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It's been one long year of Saturday nights
In the city of a billion suns
Sleeping through the afternoon
With your latest only one
You had her every way from Sunday
And on Monday morning too
You used to dine out on a dollar
With a switchblade in your coat
You had your young mind in the gutter
You had your feet on the ground
See you on the way up
On the way down
See you on the way down
On the way up
See you on the way up
On the way down
It was poverty that kept you sweet
And dreams that kept you young
The money started rolling in
You stopped having any fun
You used to dine out on a dollar
With a switchblade in your coat
You had your young mind in the gutter
You had your feet on the ground
See you on the way up
On the way down
See you on the way down
On the way up
See you on the way up
On the way down
You used to dine out on a dollar
With your switchblade in your coat
You had your young mind in the gutter
You had your feet on the ground
See you on the way up
On the way up
See you on the way down
On the way up
See you on the way up
On the way down