| I met you in a record store
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| You had slept in the clothes you wore
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| But I knew I’d seen you somewhere before
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| What happened to your guitar?
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| And what happened to the prettiest star?
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| Can you still play the songs that got you so far?
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| Hey you, with your shadow in the gutter
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| How low have you got to go before you’re through
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| High times, a butler in the morning
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| All your memories are coming out of your shoes
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| Black dog, sitting in the park
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| Odd looks from the mothers of the devil’s own
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| Shoplifting, getting your essentials
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| Gate crashing, christenings and funerals…
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| And weddings too
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| I used to see you all the time on MTV
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| Read your life story in a magazine
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| I guess you thought that’s the way it’ll always be But I believe in you
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| 'Cause I think that you’d want me to Though I never really liked your songs, its true
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| Hey you, with your shadow in the gutter
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| How low have you got to go before you’re through
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| High times, a butler in the morning
|
| All your memories are coming out of your shoes
|
| Black dog, sitting in the park
|
| Odd looks from the mothers of the devil’s own
|
| Shoplifting, getting your essentials
|
| Gate crashing, christenings and funerals…
|
| And weddings too
|
| Hey you, with your shadow in the gutter
|
| How low have you got to go before you’re through
|
| High times, a butler in the morning
|
| All your memories are coming out of your shoes
|
| Black dog, sitting in the park
|
| Odd looks from the mothers of the devil’s own
|
| Shoplifting, getting your essentials
|
| Gate crashing, christenings and funerals…
|
| And weddings too |