My sometimes lady
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Call her sexy Sadie when she comes around
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She dances for me
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I spend my twenty when I roll through town
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I think I'll be leaving
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There's no one here I have not been
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There's no more believing
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I'm only saved 'cause I'm tired of sin
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And every day when the sun goes down
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Every way when her walls come down
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My baby dances at the Gypsy Lounge
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This drunked-up trucker
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He tried to luck here into going down town
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Smashed his kneecap
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House's ball bat a fifth of Crown
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I think I'll be leaving
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There's nothing here I have not seen
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There's no more believing
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That nothing comes like in between
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And every day when the sun goes down
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Every way when her walls come down
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My baby dances at the Gypsy Lounge
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Gypsy Lounge
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| The Clarks |
