| Oh, tiring city
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| Leave you from time to time
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| People with things in their ears
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| Cutting me off in line
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| Get on the long yellow highway
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| Need to get the hell out
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| Hassles, hassles, hassles
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| Always stacking up
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| Oh, jilted lover
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| Why won’t you leave me be
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| Why must you grind your ax
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| Against my fruit bearing tree
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| Oh, lonely mountain
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| Quiet, peaceful, and green
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| Out here in isolation
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| Don’t hear no ambulance screams
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| Oh, bitter friend
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| Envious of others' jobs
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| Envious of others' freedom
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| Got to work hard to find your sweet spot
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| Devoted my whole life
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| Nothing came by luck
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| Your dad paid for your college
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| My dad gave me five bucks
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| Oh, endless sessions
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| Down here at Ellis and Hyde
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| My elbows at the desk
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| I listened and scrutinized
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| Come home, lay down in bed
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| Drum loop stuck in my head
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| Tried to shut my brain off
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| And open Night Stalker again
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| Oh, lonely record
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| No longer has a home
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| Only money comes
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| When I get out on the road
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| Oh, lonely ocean
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| Why must I cross
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| To end up in Puerto Real, Spain
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| Where I’ll turn and I’ll toss
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| Oh, lonely singer
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| Lies there awake, looks at the clock
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| Flipping through a black book
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| Relearning songs that he’s forgot
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| Oh, eager fan
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| Follows me show to show
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| Well, if I have a good night
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| I might come out and say hello
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| Oh, patient lover
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| Waiting by the phone
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| I call her from my layover
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| And tell her I’m coming home
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| Scattered lights of south San Francisco
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| Sparkle like diamonds
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| When the night is black
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| And my airplane’s downward gliding
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| Oh, love I missed you
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| Lie down next to me
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| Sway with me like the ocean
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| 'Til I fall into a deep long sleep
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| Oh, dandelions
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| Coming up from the ground
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| I reach for a notebook
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| Write down some words and try to wind down |