We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses
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In that upstairs apartment
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On Orlando and 4th
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And the rent was due and the rent man was knocking
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Like a Chinese proverb
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We were always searching
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Nightlife's a no-win but nobody noticed
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How we killed off the bottles
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Looking good on the surface
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The dog days barked and the house cat got old
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We were Bonnie and Clyde
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In the emperor's new clothes
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And the tears never came
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They just stayed in our eyes
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We refused to admit that we wore this disguise
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Every inch of us growing
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Like Pinocchio's nose
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As we walked around in the emperor's new clothes
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We flew by our wits and by the seat of our pants
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In the state of illusion
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In the nation of chance
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And the repo was hauling the wreck we'd been driving
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As the dashboard Madonna
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Smiled back at us kindly
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We cheated the system never batting an eyelid
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Seeing only the good
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Through the holes in our shoes
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And our halos were rusty but we wore them proudly
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We were two little gods
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In the emperor's new clothes
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The Emperor's New Clothes
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| Elton John |
