| There’s a swinger in the bar, over the kicked chair,
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| been hanging their since Tuesday, just don’t mention Tuesday.
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| How d’you treat a stranger, how d’you keep her warm at night?
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| When all is said and done you know it’s barely worth your while.
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| Loosing, loosing my hair.
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| Loosing, loosing my hair.
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| There’s no two ways about it, this is the Grand Finale.
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| Peace talks in a cafe, just dont mention Tuesday.
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| Robbed of our sanity by that old chestnut vanity.
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| Lost in the lonely street you know it’s barely worth your while.
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| Loosing, loosing my hair.
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| Loosing, loosing my hair.
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| Somewhere between the Zanzibar and the second coming;
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| We crossed the great divide with fortune on our side.
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| All through the night we drove by the ghosts of road accidents past,
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| women and children like half eaten apples on the roadside verge.
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| Falling, falling, falling ever closer to
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| We’re falling, falling, falling ever closer to
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| And we’re falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
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| We’re falling, falling, falling ever closer to…
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| And we’re falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling, falling
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| We’re falling, falling, falling ever closer to… |