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ASTRAL
Weeks
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If
I ventured in the slipstream
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Between
the viaducts of your dream
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Where
immobile steel rims crack
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And
the ditch in the back roads stop
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Could
you find me?
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Would
you kiss-a my eyes?
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To
lay me down
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In
silence easy
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To
be born again
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To
be born again
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From
the far side of the ocean
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If
I put the wheels in motion
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And
I stand with my arms behind me
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And
I'm pushin' on the door
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Could
you find me?
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Would
you kiss-a my eyes?
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To
lay me down
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In
silence easy
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To
be born again
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To
be born again
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There
you go
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Standin'
with the look of avarice
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Talkin'
to Huddie Ledbetter
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Showin'
pictures on the wall
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Whisperin'
in the hall
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And
pointin' a finger at me
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There
you go, there you go
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Standin'
in the sun darlin'
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With
your arms behind you
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And
your eyes before
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There
you go
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Takin'
good care of your boy
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Seein'
that he's got clean clothes
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Puttin'
on his little red shoes
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I
see you know he's got clean clothes
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A-puttin'
on his little red shoes
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A-pointin'
a finger at me
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And
here I am
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Standing
in your sad arrest
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Trying
to do my very best
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Lookin'
straight at you
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Comin'
through, darlin'
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Yeah,
yeah, yeah
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If
I ventured in the slipstream
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Between
the viaducts of your dreams
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Where
immobile steel rims crack
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And
the ditch in the back roads stop
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Could
you find me
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Would
you kiss-a my eyes
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Lay
me down
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In
silence easy
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To
be born again
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To
be born again
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To
be born again
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In
another world
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In
another world
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In
another time
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Got
a home on high
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Ain't
nothing but a stranger in this world
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I'm
nothing but a stranger in this world
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I
got a home on high
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In
another land
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So
far away
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So
far away
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Way
up in the heaven
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Way
up in the heaven
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Way
up in the heaven
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Way
up in the heaven
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In
another time
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In
another place
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In
another time
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In
another place
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Way
up in the heaven
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Way
up in the heaven
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We
are goin' up to heaven
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We
are goin' to heaven
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In
another time
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In
another place
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In
another time
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In
another place
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In
another face
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Beside You
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Little
Jimmy's gone
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Way
out of the backstreet
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Out
of the window
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Through
the fallin' rain
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Right
on time
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Right
on time
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That's
why Broken Arrow
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Waved
his finger down the road so dark and narrow
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In
the evenin'
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Just
before the Sunday six-bells chime, six-bells chime
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And
all the dogs are barkin'
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Way
on down the diamond-studded highway where you wander
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And
you roam from your retreat and view
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Way
over on the railroad
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Tomorrow
all the tippin' trucks will unload
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Every
scrapbook stuck will glue
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And
I'll stand beside you
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Beside
you child
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To
never never never wonder why at all
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No no no no no no
no no
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To
never never wonder why at all
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To
never never never wonder why it's gotta be
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It
has to be
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Way
across the country where the hillside mountain glide
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The
dynamo of your smile caressed the barefoot virgin child to wander
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Past
your window with a lantern lit
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You
held it in the doorway and you cast against the pointed island breeze
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Said
your time was open, go well on your merry way
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Past
the brazen footsteps of the silence easy
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You
breathe in you breathe out you breathe in you breathe out you breath in
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you
breathe out you breathe in you breathe out
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And
you're high on your high-flyin' cloud
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Wrapped
up in your magic shroud as ecstasy surrounds you
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This
time it's found you
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You
turn around you turn around you turn around you turn around
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And
I'm beside you
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Beside
you
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Oh
darlin'
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To
never never wonder why at all
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No no no no no
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To
never never never wonder why at all
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To
never never never wonder why it's gotta be
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It
has to be
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And
I'm beside you
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Beside
you
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Oh
child
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To
never never wonder why at all
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I'm
beside you
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Beside
you
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Beside
you
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Beside
you
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Oh
child
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Sweet
Thing
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And
I will stroll the merry way
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And
jump the hedges first
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And
I will drink the clear
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Clean
water for to quench my thirst
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And
I shall watch the ferry-boats
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And
they'll get high
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On
a bluer ocean
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Against
tomorrow's sky
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And
I will never grow so old again
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And
I will walk and talk
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In
gardens all wet with rain
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Oh
sweet thing, sweet thing
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My,
my, my, my, my sweet thing
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And
I shall drive my chariot
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Down
your streets and cry
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'Hey,
it's me, I'm dynamite
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And
I don't know why'
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And
you shall take me strongly
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In
your arms again
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And
I will not remember
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That
I even felt the pain.
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We
shall walk and talk
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In
gardens all misty and wet with rain
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And
I will never, never, never
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Grow
so old again.
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Oh
sweet thing, sweet thing
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My,
my, my, my, my sweet thing
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And
I will raise my hand up
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Into
the night time sky
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And
count the stars
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That's
shining in your eye
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Just
to dig it all an' not to wonder
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That's
just fine
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And
I'll be satisfied
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Not
to read in between the lines
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And
I will walk and talk
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In
gardens all wet with rain
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And
I will never, ever, ever, ever
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Grow
so old again.
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Oh
sweet thing, sweet thing
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Sugar-baby
with your champagne eyes
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And
your saint-like smile....
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Cyprus
Avenue
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And
I'm caught one more time
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Up
on Cyprus Avenue
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And
I'm caught one more time
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Up
on Cyprus Avenue
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And
I'm conquered in a car seat
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Not
a thing that I can do
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I
may go crazy
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Before
that mansion on the hill
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I
may go crazy
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Before
that mansion on the hill
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But
my heart keeps beating faster
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And
my feet can't keep still
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And
all the little girls rhyme something
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On
the way back home from school
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And
all the little girls rhyme something
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On
the way back home from school
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And
the leaves fall one by one by one by one
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Call
the autumn time a fool
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Yeah
baby my tongue gets tied
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Every
every every time I try to speak
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My
tongue gets tied
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Every
time I try to speak
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And
my inside shakes just like a leaf on a tree
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I
think I'll go on by the river with my cherry cherry wine
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I
believe I'll go walking by the railroad with my cherry cherry wine
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If
I pass the rumbling station where the lonesome engine drivers pine
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And
wait a minute, yonder comes my lady
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Rainbow
ribbons in her hair
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Yonder
comes my lady
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Rainbow
ribbons in her hair
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Six
white horses and a carriage
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She's
returning from the fair
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Baby,
baby, baby
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And
if I'm caught one more time
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Up
on Cyprus Avenue
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And
if I'm caught one more time
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Up
on Cyprus Avenue
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And
I'm conquered in a car seat
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And
I'm looking straight at you
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Way
up on, way up on, way up on....
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The
avenue of trees
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Keep
walking down
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In
the wind and the rain, darling
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You
keep walking down when the sun shone through the trees
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Nobody,
no, no, no, nobody stops me from loving you baby
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So
young and bold, fourteen years old
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Baby,
baby, baby...
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Ooooh-ee
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The Way
Young Lovers Do
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We
strolled through fields all wet with rain
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And
back along the lane again
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There
in the sunshine
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In
the sweet summertime
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The
way that young lovers do
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I
kissed you on the lips once more
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And
we said goodbye by the door in the nighttime
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Yeah,
that's the right time
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To
feel the way that young lovers do
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Then
we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that we were and the
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way
that we were meant to be
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Then
we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
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and
you were for me
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And
then we danced the night away
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And
turned to each other, say, 'I love you, I love you'
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The
way that young lovers do
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Do,
do, do, do...
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Then
we sat on our star and dreamed of the way that we were and the way
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that
we wanted to be
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Then
we sat on our own star and dreamed of the way that I was for you
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and
you were for me
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I
went on to dance the night away
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And
turned to each other, say, 'I love you, baby, I love you'
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The
way that young lovers do, lovers do, lovers do
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Do,
do, do, do....
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Madame
George
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Down
on Cyprus Avenue
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With
a childlike vision leaping into view
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Clicking,
clacking of the high heeled shoe
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Ford
& Fitzroy, Madame George
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Marching
with the soldier boy behind
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He's
much older with hat on drinking wine
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And
that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
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The
cool night air like Shalimar
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And
outside they're making all the stops
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The
kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
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Gone
for cigarettes and matches in the shops
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Happy
taken Madame George
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That's
when you fall
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Whoa,
that's when you fall
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Yeah,
that's when you fall
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When
you fall into a trance
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A
sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
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With
your folded arms and history books you glance
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Into
the eyes of Madame George
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And
you think you found the bag
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You're
getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
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In
the corner playing dominoes in drag
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The
one and only Madame George
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And
then from outside the frosty window raps
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She
jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops
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And
immediately drops everything she gots
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Down
into the street below
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And
you know you gotta go
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On
that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
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Throwing
pennies at the bridges down below
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And
the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
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Say
goodbye to Madame George
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Dry
your eye for Madame George
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Wonder
why for Madame George
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And
as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,
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dancing,
music all around the room
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And
all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
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So
cold
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And
as you're about to leave
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She
jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves
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And
the gloves to love to love the gloves...
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To
say goodbye to Madame George
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Dry
your eye for Madame George
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Wonder
why for Madame George
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Dry
your eyes for Madame George
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Say
goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
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In
the backstreet, in the back street
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Say
goodbye to Madame George
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In
the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
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Down
home, down home in the back street
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Gotta
go
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Say
goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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Dry
your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye...
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Say
goodbye to Madame George
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And
the loves to love to love the love
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Say
goodbye
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Oooooo
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Mmmmmmm
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Say
goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George
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Dry
your eye for Madame George
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Wonder
why for Madame George
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The
love's to love the love's to love the love's to love...
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Say
goodbye, goodbye
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Get
on the train
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Get
on the train, the train, the train...
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This
is the train, this is the train...
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Whoa,
say goodbye, goodbye....
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Get
on the train, get on the train...
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BALLERINA
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Spread
your wings
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Come
on fly awhile
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Straight
to my arms
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Little
angel child
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You
know you only
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Lonely
twenty-two story block
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And
if somebody, not just anybody
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Wanted
to get close to you
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For
instance, me, baby
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All
you gotta do
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Is
ring a bell
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Step
right up, step right up
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And
step right up
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Ballerina
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Crowd
will catch you
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Fly
it, sigh it, try it
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Well,
I may be wrong
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But
something deep in my heart tells me I'm right and I don't think so
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You
know I saw the writing on the wall
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When
you came up to me
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Child,
you were heading for a fall
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But
if it gets to you
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And
you feel like you just can't go on
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All
you gotta do
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Is
ring a bell
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Step
right up, and step right up
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And
step right up
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Just
like a ballerina
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Stepping
lightly
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Alright,
well it's getting late
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Yes
it is, yes it is
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And
this time I forget to slip into your slumber
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The
light is on the left side of your head
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And
I'm standing in your doorway
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And
I'm mumbling and I can't remember the last thing that ran through my head
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Here
come the man and he say, he say the show must go on
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So
all you gotta do
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Is
ring the bell
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And
step right up, and step right up
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And
step right up
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Just
like a ballerina, yeah, yeah
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Crowd
will catch you
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Fly
it, sight it, c'mon, die it, yeah
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Just
like a ballerina
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Just
like a just like a just like a ballerina
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Get
on up, get on up, keep a-moving on, little bit higher, baby
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You
know, you know, you know, get up baby
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Alright,
a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on, a-keep on pushing
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Stepping
lightly
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Just
like a ballerina
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Ooo-we
baby, take off your shoes
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Working
on
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Just
like a ballerina
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SLIM
SLOW SLIDER
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Slim
slow slider
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Horse
you ride
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White
as snow
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Slim
slow slider
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Horse
you ride
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Is
white as snow
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Tell
it everywhere you go
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Saw
you walking
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Down
by the Ladbroke Grove this morning
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Saw
you walking
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Down
by the Ladbroke Grove this morning
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Catching
pebbles for some sandy beach
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You're
out of reach
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Saw
you early this morning
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With
your brand new boy and your Cadillac
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Saw
you early this morning
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With
your brand new boy and your Cadillac
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You're
gone for something
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And
I know you won't be back
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I
know you're dying, baby
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And
I know you know it, too
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I
know you're dying
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And
I know you know it, too
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Everytime
I see you
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I
just don't know what to do
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