| I like to make my livin' playin' songs for you
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| If I wasn’t doin' this, I don’t know what I’d do
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| Short order cook in greasy spoon café
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| Part time house painter, drinkin' up my pay
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| My face in the mirror looks the same each day
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| It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
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| Whatever happened to me?
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| I went to see the psychic, she said I’ve been expecting you
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| I’ll look in my crystal ball, you look in there too
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| Are you lookin' for someone? |
| That’s my specialty
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| I said ok psychic, whatever happened to me?
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| My face in the mirror looks the same each day
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| It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
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| Whatever happened to me?
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| Reminds of that nightclub where my friends and I would play
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| A man with lots of money tore it down one day
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| I’d like to buy all those bricks and build some kinda shrine
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| To the memory of the music and those dear old friends of mine
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| My face in the mirror looks the same each day
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| It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
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| My face in the mirror looks the same each day
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| It’s hard to see the changes when you measure time that way
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| Whatever happened to me? |