Fine Diners And Finer Whiners

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[Verse 1]
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If I write my address on my chest 
do you think the postman would drive
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 me home?
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I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers, 
all these social mountain climbers
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And fine diners and finer whiners 
and I'm feeling awfully tired and 
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alone
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I feel I lost my spine, my license 
expired, my wallet's stolen and I 
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got four flat tires
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Though none of that is true, I don't
 know what to do,
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Might go get arrested just to get 
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away from all of you

[Chorus]
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Gotta get outta here, gotta get 
outta here
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I'm in the wrong place, in the wrong
 time
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Gotta get outta here, gotta get 
outta here
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I'm the wrong person living the 
wrong life
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If I bribe tomorrow, do you think 
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she'll take away tonight?

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[Verse 2]
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Well I roamed this block for the 
20th time, I'm running out of 
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excuses why
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Can sit here and listen all through 
the night
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To your Roll-O Decks that magically
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 rhymes
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Your endless stories are 
backstabbing your cocaine field 
crimes, you're literally buying my 
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love
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Like some angelic car salesman in 
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the sky

[Chorus]
      F
Gotta get outta here, gotta get 
outta here
       C
In the wrong place, in the wrong 
time
      F
Gotta get outta here, gotta get 
outta here
        C
I'm the wrong person living the 
wrong life
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If I bribe tomorrow, do you think 
                   C
she'll take away tonight?

[Interlude]
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[Verse 1]
     C                             
If I write my address on my chest 
do you think the postman would drive
   G
 me home?
    G
I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers all
 these social mountain climbers
    G                            
And fine diners and finer whiners 
and I'm feeling awfully tired and 
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alone
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If I write my address on my chest 
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do you think the postman would 
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drive me home?
    C                              
I'm suckin a crowd of two-timers 
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all these social mountain climbers
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And fine diners and finer whiners
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Fine diners and finer whiners, 
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ohoho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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O-ho-ho O-ho-ho
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