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I’d invite you back to my place
I know it’s mine because it holds my suitcase
It looks home to me all right
But it’s a hundred miles from yesterday night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Another key for my collection
For security I race for my connection
Bird in a flying cage you’ll never get to know me well
The world’s my oyster, a hotel room’s a prison cell
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
I’d invite you back to my place
I know it’s mine because it holds my suitcase
It looks like home to me all right
But it’s a hundred miles from yesterday night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the stranger’s face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man in a suitcase
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Lyrics: Goldfinger
