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You've got nowhere to go but up. To where you'll dine with foreign kings. You can't forget about our trist. And all those other fleeting things. And will they train you like a dog And will they walk you down my street The wind will whistle our old songs The ones I'll always keep You've got nowhere to go. Nowhere to go. I've got a bone to pick with you About the argument we had The day you got into that cab And said my world is in your past You've got nowhere to go. Nowhere to go. There must be something wrong with me. My mind is just a sickly little alibi. And why am I suprised you've given up on me? Goodbye. The word you're wielding like a knife. Songtexte You've got nowhere to go. Nowhere to go (Thanks to sam for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania