| This place is on fire and I set it burning
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| I just can’t stand to be another night here
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| I’ve watched you take your clothes off
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| A hundred times too many
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| I’ve watched you turn that light out
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| And I feel the weight of you lie beside me
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| We lie here in the dark
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| I pull faces in the dark
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| This is how they do it here
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| They pay your rent and they buy you beer
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| All these things that you‘ve given me
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| I want to take them and throw them away
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| All these things that you’ve given me
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| In the morning I’ll find the love I’ve known
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| If they’ll have me back in Spanish Harlem
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| I’ll say I’m sorry and I’ll mean it this time
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| And I’ll tell my ma' it was the vodka talking
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| Though they’re still born the son of a bitch
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| Fifth Avenue dogs scratch a different itch
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| No one will ask me who I’ve been
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| And no one will ask me what I’ve seen
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| There’s not a real bit of me here
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| It’s just a story that I’ve weaved
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| A three minute song that you believed
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| All these things that you‘ve given me
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| I want to take them and throw them away
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| All these things that you’ve given me |