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Here we are
We drift like gas
On someone else's bed
I pay high you know
Here we are
How old are you
It's just a job to me
Here the ladies always ring twice
Thought you'd slip away tonight with me
In a subway I called you
Hello you no more this talk of
"My boys will be yours"
No more I
This conversation drains
My patience dry
Here the business always rings twice
No relaxing for the boys tonight
In a subway I called you
Here the tension always slows twice
Shed one tear it's just routine for now
In a subway I called you
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