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Well, I had to go down and see a guy named Mr. Goldsmith
Nasty, dirty, double-crossin', backstabbin' phony I didn't have to wanna have to deal with him
But I did it for you and all you gave me was a smile
Well, I cried for you—now it's your turn to cry awhile
I don't carry deadweight—I'm no flash in the pan
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