| I woke up with all my clothes on
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| Cigarette smoke in my hair
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| Unglued my eyes and saw a dirty room
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| Spilling ashtray by my bed
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| Empty bottle on the chair
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| No one else was there
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| I was ready in two minutes flat
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| Just washed my face and combed my hair
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| I had an eight-twenty-five train to catch
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| I was out of there
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| Flying through the front door
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| Then I hit the air!
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| No you! |
| No you! |
| No you! |
| No you!
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| No you, no you, no you!
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| I was sucked into the subway
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| Like an ant into a hole
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| I stood in the crowded carriage
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| Shoulder to shoulder
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| The wheels began to roll
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| A tattoo in my soul
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| I do not lack good companions
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| They pick me up when I’m feeling down
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| We go to the track on Saturdays
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| Spread our money ‘round
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| I go up and down
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| And every single sound says
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| No you! |
| No you! |
| No you! |
| No you!
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| No you, no you, no you! |