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People say, you are a stand up guy You'd never hurt no one and you'd never try And you laugh and you cry And you do all the things That anybody does to

Open up your eyes Everything is crying out This could be your time She fell out of the sky Must every star been working on Heavenly designs A crooked

With two hundred people In suits all the same You walk off that last lonely train On the half finished buildings Only seagulls remain As you try to think

With some girls it don't matter, who you hang with With some girls it don't matter, how you talk And some girls they are easy to be yourself with But

You can find another country if you want Somewhere you can hide yourself away Find yourself another set of holes to haunt Get yourself another debt that

Post office clerks put up signs Saying, 'Position Closed' And secretaries turn off typewriters And put on their coats Janitors padlock the gates For

He was a self made man Made a killing on copper mine Loved beautiful girls Got a taste for fancy wine And the suits he wore Were paper thin He built

Look around your world pretty Baby Is it everythin' you hoped it'd be? The wrong guy, the wrong situation The right time to roll to me Roll to me Look

We could be away from here By ten o'clock tonight Pennies won't get us to heaven, I know But a borrowed car just might Look through my wallet There's