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What about the one who said he loved you? |
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What about the one who said he cared? |
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Don't bother trying to find him |
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Way up in the icy air |
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Oh, you played with his heartstrings |
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And you played without a care |
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But not up in the High Sierra |
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You won't play his heart out there |
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The angels lay their clouds across his sky |
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They line up for him every night |
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Some have wings and others sing |
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The rest do lazy ballets in the air |
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There he's got a bird to give him warning |
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And he's gotta lookout too |
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The beauty of the High Sierra |
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And she's looking out for you |
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The angels lay their clouds across his sky |
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They line up for him every night |
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Some have wings and others sing |
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The rest do lazy ballets in the air |
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What about the one who said he loved you? |
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What about the one who said he cared? |
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He's up in the High Sierra |
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But don't bother looking there |
