Standin' in the runway
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Wavin' at the plane
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There goes everything you own
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You called home collect
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And they didn't know your name
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Starin' at the telephone
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You thought he was a doctor
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Now he says he's not
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But the noices seem to tell for sure
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And according to the symptoms
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It isn't all you got
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A shame they haven't found a cure
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Didn't know the reason
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You start to feel the rub
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You know it isn't easy
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Well, welcome to the club
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Well, you thought they'd take it lightly
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They're actin' kinda rash
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Caught you in a loadin' zone
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So they smile very politely
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Relieved you of your cash
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Suddenly you're all alone
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You play the double agent
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You bug eachother's phone
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You got the place surrounded
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There ain't nobody home
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It's gettin' hard to please 'em
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You start to feel the rub
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You know it isn't easy
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Well, welcome to the club
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Come on and join us in the club
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Welcome To The Club
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| Joe Walsh |
