We¡¯re common whores and we¡¯re clean-shaven
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But not on your command
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And some of us will seem a twat
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Depraved of the comfort of common sense
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So I sit and I think about my fall
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I wasn¡¯t cut out to fit the larger mold
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And what I could and should have done, I don¡¯t know
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But I guess I had my chance and I guess I had my time
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And as I turn my back to the city tonight
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I smile, cause it¡¯s all right
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And I smile, cause there¡¯s no more need to fight
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And the road¡¯s wide open, the world is mine
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Starting tonight
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In the back of this truck I watch the skyline grow small
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I never set out to break relationships at all
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And what came over me I still don¡¯t know
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But I guess I should¡¯ve known and I guess I could have lied
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But as I turn my back at the city tonight
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I smile, cause it¡¯s all right
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And I smile, cause there¡¯s no more need to fight
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And the road¡¯s wide open, the world is mine
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Starting tonight
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Can¡¯t follow, can¡¯t take the pace
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Can¡¯t allow myself to run the race
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We¡¯re common whores and we¡¯re clean shaven
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But not on your demand
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And you can call us what you like
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The likes of us will only smile
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I smile, cause it¡¯s all right
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And I smile, cause there¡¯s no more need to fight
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And the road¡¯s wide open, the world is mine
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Starting tonight
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Pickup
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Dreadlock Pussy |