Revolving doors what have I done
Someone on the TV attempting love
Revolving doors what will I become
A redneck song
He 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 wronging
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
I'm paid up for a seven
But I only got S.O. eight, oh now
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 night
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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