| First, your mama and your papa sent you to the finest schools
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| Never let it be said that their little darlin' was a fool
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| So, with a credit card and your good name
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| You were drawn like a moth to the flame
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| To the people of the night where you more or less lost your cool
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| Ah, you had twenty-twenty vision and still you were walkin' 'round blind
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| Yes, and whether right or wrong I’d still tag along behind
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| But you’re flyin' too high for me
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| And if this is how it’s got to be
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| Then it’s time to say «You go your way and I’ll go mine»
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| It’s been a gas but I’m gonna have to pass
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| These are not people, no
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| These are not my people
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| And it looks like the end, my friend
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| Got to get in the wind, my friend
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| Mm, you found yourself naked in the world with no place to hide
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| Then you felt for the pulse of your god and he had died
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| Then your rebels that have got no cause
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| And your tigers that have got no claws
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| They promised you the world on a string but you know they lied
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| Lord, you know, you said you’d be back in a black Cadillac limousine
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| But you know, I’m inclined to think it’s not the kind you mean, no
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| 'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
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| And you’re just another face in the crowd
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| They’re gonna throw you away like last week’s magazine
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| It’s been a gas but I’m gonna have to pass
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| These are not people, no, no
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| These are not my people
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| And it looks like the end, my friend
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| I got to get in the wind, my friend
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| It looks like the end, my friend
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| I got to get in the wind, my friend
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| It looks like the end, my friend
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| Got to get in the wind, my friend |