| When we meet again
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| Just refer to me as «back then»
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| Or pretend not to recall
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| Ever knowing me at all
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| Or hanging round my door
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| Begging for more
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| When you begin
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| Playing to win
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| That’s when the losers rush in
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| I got better than you
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| At jumping the queue
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| To get closer to seeing who’s who
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| A man without a home
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| Is never alone
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| Well, just look at what he’s got
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| The whole parking lot
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| In those unsheltered places
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| There’s always other faces
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| Take mine for a start
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| It’s like a modern work of art
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| Disturbing and lacking in heart
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| I got better than you
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| At jumping the queue
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| To get closer to seeing who’s who
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| Must be so wonderful
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| Being you every day
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| Oh, it must be so wonderful
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| Always getting your way
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| A common dialogue
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| Is the best thing that you’ll get
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| From ther woman you call your wife
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| So try not to forget
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| To tear out and burn
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| The things you unlearn
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| Your future exists
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| In her shopping lists
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| Please call your office
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| I got better than you
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| At jumping the queue
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| To get closer to seeing who’s who
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| I got better than you
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| I got better than you |