| I was living in a world of make believe
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| When my best friend wrote and told me
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| That there may be a job in the city
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| And you never told me
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| He would dream about another scheme
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| About another sordid hall of dreams
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| About a man who’s king of industry
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| He would swear by his mouth almighty
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| He would buy the best
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| But never something new
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| And he never told me
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| I like kicking in the gutter and
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| Wishing I was lucky
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| Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
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| Oh I like kicking in the gutter
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| Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
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| It’s the only life I know
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| Lie, lie, lie is all you ever do
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| To make me want to push on through
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| Cry, cry, cry cry is all I ever do
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| Say that’s how you want to make me push on through
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| I like kicking in the gutter and
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| Wishing I was lucky
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| Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
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| Oh I like kicking in the gutter
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| Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
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| My best friend wrote and told me so
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| He said that there may be a job in the city
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| I like kicking in the gutter and
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| Wishing I was lucky
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| Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
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| I was wishing I was lucky
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| Hey son go, hey son go, to the city |