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Austinâs changed, itâs true Show me what hasnât Tonight the tvâs throwing colors on the wall As watches cities of the world reduced to ashes From where I sit, at the bottom of the world Oh, there used to be a phone booth Down here on every corner He used to call me up just to say my name But now anybody get is a busy signal No I canât call home, from the bottom of the world She said, hey â¦paper boy
Donât you think itâs time you delivered I said say the word, your wish is my command
You may think you know all there is to know about me You might think the beast is in the cage But everything you see is just an illusion Itâs about to get real, at the bottom of the world Oh, hey little boy, little boy you look a little frightened For these awful kind of streets for walking alone So why donât you get yourself home back to Houston I donât think youâre ready, for the bottom of the world No I donât think youâre ready, for the bottom of the world
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