| I know those steps lead to your door
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| But I won’t be climbing them no more
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| There’s too many boys been down that way before
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| I’d rather be
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| On my Triumph '73
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| Town is watching as I pass
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| Throwing shadows on the working class
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| I was once like them but now I’m flying fast
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| Straight out of town as the rain patters down
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| I can hear his footsteps fall
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| Walking through your lamp-lit hall
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| He looks like a child, I look like nothing at all
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| The way I sail
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| Behind a stormy veil
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| Now you’re slipping off your gloves
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| His heart is beating like a frightened dove
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| Just another fool
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| In the dreaded art of love
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| So long, Sue
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| Though I know not what I’ll do
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| Ain’t gonna join the marine corps
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| Ain’t gonna fight no rich mans war
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| There’s too many boys gone down that way before
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| I’d rather be
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| On my Triumph '73
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| Now I’m passing over the planes
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| 95 in the passing lane
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| Chasing the wind
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| Despite it driving away
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| Way out west
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| Though I wish you all of the best |