I told you 'bout living in the U.S. of A.
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Don't you know that I'm a gangster of love
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Let me tell you people that I found a new way
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And I'm tired of all this talk about love
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And the same old story with a new set of words
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About the good and the bad and the poor
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And the times keep on changin'
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So I'm keepin' on top
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Of every fat cat who walks through my door
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I'm a space cowboy
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Bet you weren't ready for that
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I'm a space cowboy
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I'm sure you know where it's at
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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I was born on this rock
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And I've been travelin' through space
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Since the moment I first realized
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What all you fast talkin' cats would do if you could
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You know, I'm ready for the final surprise
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There ain't no way around it
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Ain't nothing to say
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That's gonna satisfy my soul deep inside
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All the prayers and surveyors
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Keep the whole place uptight
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While it keeps on gettin' darker outside
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I'm a space cowboy
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Bet you weren't ready for that
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I'm a space cowboy
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I'm sure you know where it's at
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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I see the show downs, slow downs, lost and found, turn arounds
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The boys in the military shirts
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I keep my eyes on the prize, on the long fallen skies
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And I don't let my friends get hurt
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All you back room schemers, small trip dreamers
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Better find something new to say
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Cause you're the same old story
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It's the same old crime
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And you got some heavy dues to pay
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I'm a space cowboy
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Bet you weren't ready for that
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I'm a space cowboy
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I'm sure you know where it's at
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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