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In the room at the top of the stairs
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We grew up together on the wrong side of the river
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And her dream was to make it to here
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Well she won his attention and a place in his mansion
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In the room at the top of the stairs
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In that cold lonely mansion lies a lady hot with passion
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And a man to busy to care
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When he’s off with his brokers she invites me over
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To the room at the top of the stairs
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Lord he’d never believe that these old worn out jeans
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Have been thrown across his best velvet chair
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Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
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In the room at the top of the stairs
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As I hide here and wait for him to drive out the gate
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Lord my heart is already up there
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And my hands won’t stop shaking at the thought of her aching
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In the room at the top of the stairs
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Damned these old cowboy’s blues for wanting to take roots
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In the room at the top of the stairs