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Finders keepers losers weep
Down on 42nd Street
Bare-foot children cryin' my-oh-my
I watched you on the avenue
While other men were having you
I think that you should let your caged bird fly
And kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye, yeah
Kiss your past good-bye
I've been so lost I must confess
I've had my share of loneliness
But yeah it's hard to keep a good man down
The loves you lost were all in vain
The past lives on inside your brain
I don't think you need those memories
Hangin' 'round, yeah
Good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
You've gotta let it fly
Kiss your past good-bye, yeah
And if that bird don't fly away
There's just one thing I got to say
It's later than a deuce a ticks
Your broken heart, it needs a fix
You're feedin' off a high that would not last
And people they don't seem to care
And sorry just don't cut it, yeah
It seems to me you're gettin' nowhere fast
So... Kiss... your... past
Or kiss your ass good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
There's no more tears to cry
So kiss your past good-bye
Kiss your past good-bye
Or kiss your ass good-bye
Yeah
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