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1.
WE BELONG TOGETHER |
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I say this was no game of chicken
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You were aiming your best friend
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That you wear like a switchblade on a
chain around your neck
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I think you picked this up in Mexico from
your dad
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Now its daddy on the booze
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And Brando on the ice
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Now it's Dean in the doorway
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With one more way he can't play this scene
twice
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So you drug her down every drag of this
forbidden fit of love
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And you told her to stand tall whet you
kissed her
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But that's not where you were thinking...
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How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked
into a scene so custom tucked?
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How now look who shows up
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In the same place
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In this case
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I think it's better
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To face it ---
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We belong together
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We belong together
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Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
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And all the skid kids saw a very, very
proud man
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And he entwine her in his finger
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And she lay there like a baby in his hand
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And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin'
out on the crosstown seas
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And he wraps his jacket across her
shoulders
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And he falls and hugs and holds her on his
knees
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But a sailor just takes a broad down to
the dark end of the fair
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To turn her into a tattoo
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That will whisper
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Into the back of Johnny's black hair
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And now Johnny the King walks these
streets without her in the rain
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Lookin' for a leather jacket
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And a girl who wrote her name forever
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A promise that ---
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We belong together
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We belong together
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Shall we weigh along these streets
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Young lions on the lam?
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Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
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All left on neon for them?
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Who are foolish
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Who are victim
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Of the sailors and the ducky boys who
would
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Move into your eyes and lips and
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Every tear
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That falls down on the neighborhood now
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I said "Bird, we just gotta tell
them"
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And they turn and ignore us
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And the only heroes we got left
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Are written right before us
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And the only angel who sees us now
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Watches through each other's eyes
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And I can hear him
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In every footstep's passing sigh
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He goes crazy these nights
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Watching heartbeats go by...
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And they wisper ---
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We belong together
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We belong together
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2.
LIVING IT UP |
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Eddie's got one crazy eye
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that turns him into a cartoon
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wahen a pretty girl comes by
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and there's nothin' here to do
anymore
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he sits on the stoop all day
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like there's something he's waiting
for
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Cunt-finger Louie picks up Eddie in
the alley
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he's got all those guys with him
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from that town where they all look
like Frankie Valli
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they speak fluently blonde
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from her legs to her cigarette
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and Louie told Eddie that he'd fix
him up
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but he ain't come back yet
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well, you know
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It's more trouble than it's worth
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it's more trouble than it's worth
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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Tell him where you are ---
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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Tell him where you are
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Tell him where you are
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Zero quit school
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and she lost her job again
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and then her boyfriend beat her up
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and now he won't let her in
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so she's walking by his joint
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in a black and blue dress
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she looks at Louie who elbows Eddie
who says
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"don't tell me, lemme
guess."
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It's more trouble than it's worth
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he's more trouble than he's worth
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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Tell him where you are ---
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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Tell him where you are
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Well at first when it was this way
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when they're the only ones
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and you've got all these ideas
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you never tell to anyone
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there are always magnets
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pulling each of you there
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living every story you'd dare
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to be the only ones
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the only ones...
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Oh, who are living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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oh yeah, we'll be living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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gotta be living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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oh yeah, we're living it up
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Louie and Eddie found a reason then
and there
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carried her over the bridges like
fluttering pages they didn't care
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in the terminal where dreams
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let so many tickets through
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when strangers look in faces
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and see somebody there they knew
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you might meet me tomorrow
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as all the lights are blooming
green
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and you're feeling a little lonely,
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a little sad, a little mean
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remember a place
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inside of that hotel
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where you could do anything you
want to do
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you couldn't tell
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If it's more trouble than it's
worth
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ah, this is more trouble than it's
worth
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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tell him where you are ---
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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I'm waiting you could
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tell him where you are ---
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Oh Wild and the Only ones
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why don't you tell him where you
are?
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3.
SKELETONS |
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She was pregnant in May
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Now they're on their way
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Dashing thru the snow
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To St. John's, here we go
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Well, it could be a boy
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But it's okay if he's girl
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Oh, these things that grow out of
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The things that we give
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We should move to the west side
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They still believe in things
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That give a kid half a chance
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When he pulled off the road
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Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams
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Said he fit an APB,
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A robbery nearby
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And he go for his wallet
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And they thought he was going for a gun
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And the cops blew Bird away
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Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons
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Some girls listen to records all day in
their rooms
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But what do birds leave behind, of the
wings that they came with
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If a son's in a tree building model
planes?
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Skeletons,
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Skeletons.
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4.
WOODY AND DUTCH ON THE SLOW TRAIN TO PEKING |
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Dutch took 'em on the slow train to Peking
on La Brea Avenue
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To find the Stax and Sun
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They were reaching to get to
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They was a rapping the flat scat
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Diamond dialectos of points and taps
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Between the chicken and the back
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They drew themselves a be-bop
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Midnight map
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They said "do you got a map the next
joint?"
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"Do you got a map the next
joint?"
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Pick it up on the night train
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Down on the corner of rhythm and blues
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Where I have met all of my boys since
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Back in '52
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Bringing 'em Stax and Sun
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Cuz I think that Cleveland forgot
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And Memphis forgot
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Where they were coming from
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Do ya like it? Do ya like it like that?
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Do you like rapping the fat scat?
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Woody and Dutch dance in the cell of
fourteen
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Like a pill they do it all night
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Spectators,
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White-walls, find and greased back
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Every Saturday night
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Leaning in the scenery
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Picking up the kids
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At the next door neighbors'
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"Yeah I know what you did
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Yeah I got a room you can stay in
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If you promise you won't make so much
noise"
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"No I won't"
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"No I don't!"
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5.
PIRATES ( SO LONG LONELY AVENUE ) |
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Come on - Joey get out of school
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We got places to go
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A '57 Lincoln you got a radio that hurts
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And the girls like to touch it
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Just to find out if it works
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But don't look at me
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It wasn't me
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Joey live on the edge of the corner
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Of living on the run
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I like to ride in the middle
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I'm just tryin to have some fun
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Until the Pirates come
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And take me
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And I won't need a pilot
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Got a pirate who might sail
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Somewhere I heard far away
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You answer me
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So i'm holding on
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To your rainbow sleeves
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Well, goodbye boys,
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Oh my buddy boys,
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Oh my sad-eyed Sinatras
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It'as a cold globe around the sea
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You keep the shirt that I bought ya
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And I know you'll get the chance to make
it
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And nothin's gonna stop you
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You just reach right out and take it
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You say - So long, lonely Avenue
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So long lonely avenue
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I'll see you there
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Wait 'n see
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Be lookin' for me
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Just like you
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Just like me
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6.
A LUCKY GUY |
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Oh, he's a lucky guy
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Oh, he's a lucky guy
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He doesn't worry about me
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When I'm gone
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He goes to sleep at night
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He don't turn off the light
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And wonder how to find me
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Or if I'm alone
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Oh, he's a lucky guy
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I wish I was like him
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Cuz when he talks about me
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He don't look this way
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He's a lucky guy
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He used to walk with me
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He used to talk to me
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See, we have these secrets
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That no one else could hear
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Well, he's not the only one
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No, no not the only one
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But what happens to them?
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Do they matter?
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Do they disappear
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Into a lonely girl?
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Now I'm a lonely girl
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Cuz I want somebody with me in the world
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Oh, he's a lucky guy
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Fontune walks right in the door
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And here I am
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Just like before
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Well, I'm not gonna turn around
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I'm not his pretty clown
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I'm not the one caught
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Like he thought
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He was the last one I had there
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Cuz I did a foolish thing
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A real, real stupid thing
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I told him I love him
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And I want him there
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When I knew he wouldn't come
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And I knew he didn't care
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And I'll cry awhile
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I'll cry awhile
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But when I wake up
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Tomorrow is a new day
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I'm a lucky guy
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Hey, I'm a lucky guy
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Real, real lucky guy
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Hey, I'm a lucky guy
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7.
TRACES ON THE WESTERN SLOPES |
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We go down round
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The far side of the tracks
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Lolitas playing dominoes and poker
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Behind their daddy's shacks
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Vacant-eyes, glue-face boys
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On a pearl splashing glass
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If they give us any flack
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If they come up on our ass
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We'll just give 'em the go-by
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The Cadillac pass
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Take me now
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From the blue and pale room I'd follow
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Through the faces and the traces of
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Treasure I keep hearing inside me
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Madmen throw their voices
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From pretty boys
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And from the best ones
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You pick up connections
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As they hand you your directions
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To the Western Slope
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I lied to my angel so I could take you
downtown
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I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else
around
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And I know what people say about me
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But I lied to my angel and now he can't
find me
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I'm sorry
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I saw him
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I saw him
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Laughing
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I could hear them
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Laughing
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Alive
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I could hear them
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E. A. Poe
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And Johnny Johnson
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If you dial in
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They're calling from the Western Slope
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Who's the thin thread of light
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That keeps you strangled in the scenery
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That follows my voice --- can you se me?
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Then follow my voice
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Who raised this banner?
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That no one hears --- The Jack
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Beneath the axis
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Digging under the current
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Someone's trying to get back
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But who's qualified to retrieve
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The soul's enduring song?
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From the grottos of her eyes
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And the clashing stars
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E. A. Poe
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And Johnny Johnson
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If you dial in
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They're calling from the Western Slope
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Who's the thin thread of light
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That keeps you strangled in the scenery
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That follows my voice --- can you se me?
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Then follow my voice --- see me?
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8.
THE RETURNS |
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But after all
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There are such things
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And these are the things
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Who'll turn your memories back into dreams
again
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Oh, it's all flying and waving
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For you to keep trying
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You're so close.
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So close.
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All the returns
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One of these days,
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One of these days,
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One of these days,
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One of these days.
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