| In the good old bad part of this college town
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| Men in business suits they run you down
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| You take their money just like you take mine
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| You send it bubbling down the thin blue line
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| It doesn’t matter how it got this way
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| 'cause we could make it through this thing together
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| I know you’re laughing but I got to say
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| Now I still want you maybe more than ever
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| No fooling it’s a fucked up world
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| So be cool my little junkie girl
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| The cops are out to shut the district down
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| I comb the ruins of your stomping grounds
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| Stanyan street looking like that third world war
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| You come up blazing like an open sore
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| Now I believe you but I got to know
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| How come the right side of your brain is hurting
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| So take me with you baby when you go
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| Through to the white side of your china curtain
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| No fooling it’s a fucked up world
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| So be cool my little junkie girl
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| In the good old bad part of this college town
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| Men in grey limousines will drive you down
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| You take their money just like you take mine
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| Where does it get you on that thin blue line
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| Now I can hardly hear you anymore
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| Your eyes are empty and your voice is hollow
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| I see you waving from a distant shore
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| And where you’re going I don’t dare to follow
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| No fooling that’s another world
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| Good luck my little junkie girl |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Junkie Girl , by - Walter Becker. Song from the album 11 Tracks Of Whack, in the genre Иностранный рок