| Met this girl in London town
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| She’s crying cause I’m not around
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| I told her that’s just how it’s gotta be
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| Cause I’ve been driving town to town
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| Through the sky and on the ground
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| And every city takes a piece of me
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| You wanna go home
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| But baby you’re on your own
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| I wanna get high
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| But you’re so low
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| I’m riding this midnight train
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| I’m washing off lipstick stains
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| I feel so low
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| But I’m still high
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| (I wanna get high)
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| (But you’re so low)
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| (I wanna get high)
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| (But you’re so low)
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| Who’s to say that I’m to blame?
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| You roll the dice in this wicked game
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| We’re animals, you know we can’t be tamed
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| And it would be a cry of shame
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| To never kiss those lips again
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| Well are we gonna throw it all away?
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| You wanna go home
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| But baby you’re on your own
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| I wanna get high
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| But you’re so low
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| I’m riding this midnight train
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| I’m washing off lipstick stains
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| I feel so low
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| But I’m still high
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| (I wanna get high)
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| (But you’re so low)
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| (I wanna get high)
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| (But you’re so low) |