| Used to live down by the beach
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| And I used to be good on my feet
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| And my fingers used to dance on every key
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| Now they’re just pieces of meat
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| Used to wear a suit and tie
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| And I used to grab a birdie every night
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| Drive down to the hotel parking lot
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| Make monkey love in the street
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| Used to go to university
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| Used to be the head of varsity
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| Used to live inside this box with everyone noticing me
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| I used to leave the evening feeling right
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| I’ll be with you each and every night
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| Chasing that horizon in our eyes
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| You want a garden but you got a balcony
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| And you’re always looking for some company
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| You want a say, well, what you got to say?
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| Give in to me, give in to me and see
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| Used to live down by Hyperion
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| Used to be a Californian
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| Way back when before my Missouri
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| Left not but this envy in my
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| Heart and soul
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| Apropos, you’re beautiful
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| You’re beautiful
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| You want a garden but you got a balcony
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| And you’re always looking for some company
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| You want a say, well, what you gotta say?
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| Give in to me, give in to me
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| Give in to me
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| You want a garden but you got a balcony
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| And you’re always looking for some company
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| You want a say, well what you gotta say?
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| Give in to me, give in to me and see
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| You want a garden but you got a mouth to feed
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| And you’re always looking for some company
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| You want a say, well what you gotta say?
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| What you gotta say? |
| What you gotta say? |
| (Say)
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| Give in to me
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| (Garden but you got a balcony, and)
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| (Garden but you got a balcony, and)
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| (Garden but you got a balcony, and)
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| (Garden but you got a balcony, and)
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| Get used to it, get used to it
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| Get used to it, get used to it |