Revolving doors, what have I done?
Someone on the TV, attempting love
Revolving doors, what will I become?
A redneck song
Paid up for seven
But he only got an eight now, now
I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
I see no wrong in here
On a foggy day
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
I sit in a diner and the Beatles play
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
I'm paid up for a seven
But I only got S.O. eight, oh, now
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
I feel that I'm paused by all the pills
I seem to run out here
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Revolving doors
It's stormy on the eastern sea board
He got silver up his nose
He paid up for three
But got only two
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
(Revolving doors in London to a foggy day in Boston)
Then he said
Seems I was born for this
Seems I was born to this
Revolving doors
Revolving doors
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