| It’s been too many nights
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| That you’ve been creeping around
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| Stumbling like a monkey
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| Through the underground
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| Ohh
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| And you don’t wanna be alone
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| You got your cigarettes
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| You got your jujuyfruits
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| You can’t stand yourself
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| So you take a substitute
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| Ohh
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| And no one liked it when you said
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| That when you die you’re really dead
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| Those people laughing
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| So you left that stupid scene
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| And you made your way back home
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| Now you’re crying
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| With your head on the telephone
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| Oh man
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| It’d sure be nice to have a girl to call your own
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| Do you remember when
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| You had it
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| Figured out
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| You coulda
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| Done no wrong
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| You coulda
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| Worked it out
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| Ohh
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| And now you’ve gazed at too many
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| Of the things you did last year
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| And the screenplay that you wrote down in a book
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| That no one saw cause they never looked
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| And the drawing you did when you were very small
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| And the photograph you hung up on the wall
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| They’ll never catch you when you fall |