| Tell me where you’ve been to point me to the door
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| I’ve seen you around but I really can’t be sure
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| And all the hatchet men busy climbing up the wall
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| Banging on the window, tearing down the hall
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| And the last chance girl
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| In a first dance swirl
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| Leans her head down on the wooden floor
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| Won’t be dancing anymore
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| And where do they go when the thrills have gone
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| And the last song plays down at Babylon?
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| Five hundred kids shout, «What's the deal?»
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| It’s a very confusing way to feel
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| The radio is silent except for wicked bands
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| Sounding like the last one, always in demand
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| And now the city is off limits to everyone in blue
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| Nothing getting in there, no one’s getting through
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| And it’s no surprise
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| When the last light dies
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| And the girl upon the wooden floor
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| Won’t be dancing anymore
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| And where do they go when the thrills have gone
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| And the last song plays down at Babylon?
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| Five hundred kids shout, «What's the deal?»
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| It’s a very confusing way to feel |