(Warren Zevon)
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How're you going to make your way in the world
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When you weren't cut out for working
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When your fingers are slender and frail
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How're you going to get around
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In this sleazy bedroom town
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If you don't put yourself up for sale
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Where will you go with your scarves and your miracles
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Who's gonna know who you are
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Drugs and wine and flattering light
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You must try it again till you get it right
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Maybe you'll end up with someone different every night
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All these people with no home to go home to
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They'd all like to spend the night with you
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Maybe I would, too
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But tell me
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How're you going to make your way in the world, woman
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When you weren't cut out for working
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And you just can't concentrate
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And you always show up late
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You said you were an actress
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Yes, I believe you are
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I thought you'd be a star
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So I drank up all the money,
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Yes, I drank up all the money,
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With these phonies in this Hollywood bar,
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These friends of mine in this Hollywood bar
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Loneliness and frustration
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We both came down with an acute case
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And when the lights came up at two
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I caught a glimpse of you
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And your face looked like something
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Death brought with him in his suitcase
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Your pretty face
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It looked so wasted
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Another pretty face
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Devastated
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The French Inhaler
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He stamped and mailed her
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"So long, Norman"
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She said, "So long, Norman"
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The French Inhaler
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Warren Zevon |