| One half of one bottle of last night’s chianti
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| Some suffering oranges, yesterday’s bread
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| You said you might stop by after your party
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| So I’m laying out all that I have
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| When I moved to the city I thought I’d be busy
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| Running from engagement to appointment to date
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| But I’m not and I don’t and it looks like I won’t be
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| Becoming the new flame in town
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| Well you said you might drop by after your party
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| And that’s good enough for me now
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| Jaded young women pass by by the handful
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| And by the handful they throw away chance
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| Chances I’d die for, die for and live for
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| And chance is what I live it all up to today
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| One half of one bottle of last night’s chianti
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| Some suffering old oranges, yesterday’s bread
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| You said you might drop by after your party
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| And I’m afraid this all that I have
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| Well you said you might drop by after your party
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| And I’m afraid this all that I have |