I got a place with a view
You can see the cars
As they travel down the freeway
To clubs and bars
There`s a woman downstairs
With matt-grey hair
And she smiles when she tells me
There`s no room for me here
They`ve got it in the city
They`ve got it in the country
But here in the suburbs
It`s all so wishy-washy
It`s all so wishy-washy
I got another place
This time with a fireplace
And a woman can come around
Write poetry and feel safe
I said it`s good for me now
But I`m not being fed
I said it`s good for me now
But I`m not being fed
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