All your two-bit friends
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They're shootin' you up with pills
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They said that it was good for you
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That it would cure your ills
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I don't care just where it's at
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I'm just like an alley cat
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And when you're filled up to here with hate
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Don't you know you gotta get it straight
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Filled up to here with hate
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Beat her black and blue and get it straight
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Do, do, do, do, do, do
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When you're lookin' through the eyes of hate
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All your two-bit friends
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They asked you for your autograph
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They put you on the stage
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They thought it'd be good for a laugh
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But I don't care just where it's at
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'Cause honey, I'm just like an alley cat
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And when you're filled up to here with hate
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Don't you know you gotta get it straight
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Filled up to here with hate
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Beat her black and blue and get it straight
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Uh-huh
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Oh, Jim
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How could you treat me this way
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Hey, hey, hey
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How could you treat me this way
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Oh, Jim
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How could you treat me this way
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Hey, hey
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How could you treat me this way
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You know you broke my heart
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Ever since you went away
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Now you said that you love us
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But you only make love to one of us
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, Jim
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How could you treat me this way
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You know you broke my heart
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Ever since you went away
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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When you're looking through the eyes of hate
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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Oh, Jim
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| Lou Reed |
