| On a free ride home
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| From the embassy
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| I saw the governor and his lover holding hands
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| When I got to my place
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| I emptied my suitcase
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| And opened the windows wide
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| If you could save yourself, you’d save us all
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| Is that what you called me for
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| Is that why you’re knocking on my door?
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| The time I’ve spent working myself to death
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| Thought that’s what you wanted
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| I thought you needed my help
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| To make it good again, to make us strong
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| To make you happy, to push you along
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| And gain some respect to be thrown a crumb
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| I was on my knees when you knocked me down
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| The wheels fell off, the bottom dropped out
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| The checks all bounced, I came in your mouth
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| Your mother came calling but there was no one around
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| The trash caught fire when the leaves turned brown
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| The vultures were circling when the circus left town
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| I left you a note but I wrote it in disappearing ink
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| If you could save yourself, you’d save us all
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| Is that what you called me for
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| Is that why you’re knocking on my door?
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| The time I’ve spent working myself to death
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| Thought that’s what you wanted
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| I thought you needed my help
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| To make it good again, to make us strong
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| To make you happy, to push you along
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| And gain some respect to be thrown a crumb
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| I was on my knees when you knocked me down |