| You walk and talk and move around in circles
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| Your friends telling you you are doing fine
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| You can’t see that snowball as it hurtles
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| Through the shattered membranes of your mind
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| If I could talk to you for just one minute
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| Then you would know what it is I am getting at
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| But there again your head’s got nothing in it
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| By the way you left without your hat
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| I’m walking in the wind looking at the sky
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| Hanging on a breeze and wondering why, why
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| Your old man’s headed for the final pay-off
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| The joker that you got is fading too
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| And all the sharks that come around for the rip-off
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| Are gonna tear the flesh right off you
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| The plastic princess hangs her head in wonder at the silver glittered boys
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| Trying, trying to compete
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| And all at once the room begins to thunder
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| And all that’s left is the stain on the sheet
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| The prostitute is standing on the corner
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| Suffering so much pain to stay alive
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| She’s so real, that life itself bows down before her
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| She couldn’t make that nine to five
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| While the president is crying, crying in the White House
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| The prime minister’s really got the blues
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| All the heads of state are busy playing cat & mouse
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| Cause you can see none of them have ever paid their dues
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| God knows why, why, why
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| Published by 1974 F. S. Music Ltd. (Prs) &
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| Freedom Songs Ltd. (Prs)
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| All rights on behalf of F. S. Music Ltd. Admin. |
| By
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| Warner Tamerlane Publishing Corp. (Bmi) |