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(donald fagen & walter becker)
I lived in no holy house but the grand hotel
The back streets of this old town i know so well.
And i drunk of no holy wine save muscatel;
Now my friend , i've got to go,
You tell everyone i know
I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, dallas;
I can't stay.
Should have been at the palace
Yesterday
Bye, bye, dallas; got to go
And i remember when they told me so.
Right now i'm wonderin' where
The good times have gone;
All the things i never loved when they wwas mine.
Hot city and an empty pocket make a man think on;
I've been living low so long,
Gotta get back where i belong.
I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, dallas;
I can't stay.
Should have been at the palace
Yesterday
Bye, bye, dallas; got to go
And i remember when they told me so.
Bye, bye, dallas;
I can't stay.
Should have been at the palace
Yesterday.
Ain't no bother; it's understood
Livin' under cover don't do no good.
Bye, bye, dallas.
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