Never saw
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your drivers eyes
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Or me on parking street
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We were planning
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your demise
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Your chauffeur? tired
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But your still on heat
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Downtoen,
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you?e burning down
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I磎 sick of parking cars...
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There are only-
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two people here
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Who are worthy
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Of your pool
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and your place
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So stand down now
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Stand down
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You?e standing down...
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Never thought
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I? see the day
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When your pale face
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turned grey
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Got no guts, got no fame
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Your epitaph
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Sorely missed
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Your unfaithful slave
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VALET PARKING
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| The Auteurs |
