when my best friend wrote and told me
that there may be a job in the city
and you never told me.
He would dream about another scheme,
about another sordid hall of dreamsa
about a man who´s king of industry.
He would swear by his mouth almighty,
he would buy the best but never something new.
And he never told me.
I like kicking in the gutter and wishing I was lucky...
...It´s the only life I know.
Lie...is all you ever do to make me want to push on through
Cry...is all I ever do,
say you want to make me push on through...
...so. He said that...Hey, son, go...to the city...
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