Detroit Or Buffalo

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  People expect you to fall, hit that same old wall
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  Really they don't want to help at all
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  They talk behind your back today, they shake their heads and say
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  Well I always knew that the boy would come to no good anyway
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You better pack up and go, to Detroit or Buffalo
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Anybody wanna know where, You don't know, You don't know, no
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God knows everybody's gotta go sometime
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So I'm taking this train to the end of the line
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Missing every mile that friend of mine
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 I haven't been too well myself, a lot of time on the shelf
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  Saying that I don't need help when I do. Yes I do
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  But you know I'm gonna be just fine, a lot of friends, a little wine
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  But still I wish I could see you again sometime
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But I, I better pack up and go, to Detroit or Buffalo
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Anybody wanna know where, I don't know, I don't know, no
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God knows everybody's gotta go sometime
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So I'm taking this train to the end of the line
A             E                   A      E
Missing every mile that friend of mine
(Interlude: | F#m | % | D | % | )
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   It's hard to open up the door, like you've done so many times before
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  And sometimes you think you just can't do it anymore
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  So take a chance and take a train, out into the pouring rain
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  When all you've got is your suitcase full of pain. And I say...
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You better pack up and go, to Detroit or Buffalo
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Anybody wanna know where, You don't know, You don't know, no
A          E                   F#m       D
God knows everybody's gotta go sometime
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So I'm taking this train to the end of the line
A             E                   A      E
Missing every mile that friend of mine