| Well, they stood prepared as you took the chair
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| There was no need to satisfy you
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| I’ll be damned, though I held your hand
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| They felt the need to crucify you
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| You’re goin' down, baby, baby
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| You’re goin' down, baby, baby
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| You’re a fragile flower in its final hour
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| With no chance to taste the waters
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| Judge declared, «You'll get fifteen years
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| Join the lonely sons and daughters»
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| You’re goin' down, baby, baby
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| You’re goin' down, baby, baby
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| Smoke and mirrors couldn’t hide your tears
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| Your eyes only betray you
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| Long trip, you lost your grip
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| We’ve all been praying for you
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| You’re goin' down, baby, baby
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| You’re goin' down, baby, baby
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| You’re in a tailspin
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| Running out of your head
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| In a tailspin, baby
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| Running out of your head |