| Little John’s got his head on right
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| He does a bang up business
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| In the middle of the night
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| And he sits by the radio,
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| Ain’t givin nothin' away, oh no
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| And the calls come in on the CB
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| And little John, he’s gonna send you what you need
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| Send you a little somethin'
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| To get you through the day
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| Ooh to get you through the day
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| Little Maria’s in deep, can’t stop
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| She been savin up her money for a beauty shop
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| She been countin' the days and the years
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| With a mark on the wall, oh yeah
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| And she came out here all fresh and young
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| Said she’d get out of the game before the damage got done
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| And little John he just laughed, now he’s heard it all
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| Yes he’s really heard it all
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| It’s a lonely life
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| Wrapped up in the fingers of the night
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| Snapped up in the net so tight
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| You’re wonderin' why you came,
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| Why you came
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| Yes it’s a lonely life,
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| All alone on the derelict streets
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| You crawl home
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| When you’re dead on your feet
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| You’ll never leave the game
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| No, you’ll never get out of the game
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| Oh no no
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| It’s a lonely life
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| Wrapped up in the fingers of the night
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| Snapped up in the net so tight
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| You’re wonderin' why you came,
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| Why you came
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| Yes it’s a lonely life,
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| All alone on the derelict streets
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| You crawl home
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| When you’re dead on your feet
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| You’ll never leave the game
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| No, you’ll never get out of the game
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| Oh no no
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| And there ain’t no road in sight that’s goin' home
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| You got little John with his bike
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| And girl you’re all his own
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| And you think you’re marking
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| Time 'til something comes along
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| But you’re not the first little princess baby,
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| To find that you were wrong
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| And it’s a lonely life
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| Wrapped up in the fingers of the night
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| Snapped up in the net so tight
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| You’re wonderin' why you came,
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| Why you came
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| Yes it’s a lonely life,
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| All alone on the derelict streets
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| You crawl home when you’re dead on your feet
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| You’ll never leave the game
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| No, you’ll never get out of the game
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| Baby it’s lonely life
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| It’s such a lonely life
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| And you’ll never get out,
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| No you’ll never walk out of the game |