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I remember you well in the Chelsea hotel
You were talking so brave and so sweet
Giving me head on the unmade bed
While the limousine wait in the street
Those were the reasons and that was New York
We were running for the money and the flesh
And that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe
You just turned your back to the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
i need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around
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