| I was born in a crowded taxi
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| Daddy scooped me right up off the floor
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| And he carried me up the path through the big, swinging doors
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| I was taught not to speak to strangers
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| But strangers always seemed to know my name
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| And they bought and sold my pleasure, my disgust and my shame
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| Now I’ve got debts to pay
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| I’ve got scores to settle
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| Dreams at break of day
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| Long nights in the saddle
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| It’s all downhill from here
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| Every day brings changes in the mirror
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| Every hand that touches me is kind
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| When I think of home it sparkles and so brightly shines
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| But I’ve got debts to pay
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| I’ve got scores to settle
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| Dreams at break of day
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| Long nights in the saddle
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| It’s all downhill from here |