You've got nowhere to go but up
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To where you'll dine with foreign kings
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You can't forget about our tryst
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And all those other fleeting things
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And will they train you like a dog?
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And will they walk you down my street?
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The wind will whistle our old songs:
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The ones I'll always keep
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You've got nowhere to go
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I've got a bone to pick with you
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About the argument we had
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The day you got into that cab
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And said my world is in your past
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You've got nowhere to go
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There must be something wrong with me
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My mind is just a sickly little alibi
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And why am I surprised you're giving up on me?
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Goodbye: the word you're wielding like a knife
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You've got nowhere to go
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The Word You Wield
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Say Anything |