| This city must belong to someone
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| But it don’t belong to me From the window I got here
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| I count the traffic through my tears
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| Wanting to write my ticket
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| Write my ticket home.
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| I got to get back in the arms
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| Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people
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| Who have always been about me Take me back
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| I was wrong
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| Write my ticket home
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| Place called Suzie’s and the waitress
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| She says, girl, you’ll get used to all this
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| There is no way she could see
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| How much that cold rain gets to me How much I’ve traded for a picture in my mind
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| I got to get back in the arms
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| Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people
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| Who have always been about me Take me back
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| I was wrong
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| Write my ticket home
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| I can hear them sitting and joking
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| She talks so weird
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| Though she come back broken
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| Well I had to drive
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| I eat some pies
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| I wish I would talk ???
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| I got to get back in the arms
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| Of a man who loves me I got to get back to the people
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| Who have always been about me Take me back
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| I was wrong
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| Write my ticket
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| Write my ticket
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| Write my ticket home |