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Billie crept softly into my waking arms |
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Warm like a sip of sour mash |
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Strange fruit for a sweet hunk of trash |
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Panic at the stage door of Carnegie Hall |
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Famous jazz singer gone AWOL |
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Still left the building body and soul |
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On a creaky piano stool tonight |
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As the moon is my only witness |
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She was beathing in my ear, 'This time it's love' |
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But love is a loded pistol |
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And by daybreak she's gone |
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Over the frozen river home |
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Me and Johnnie Walker |
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See in the new age alone |
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Stormy weather across the moon tonight |
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Billie, time is a wily trickster |
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Still an echo in my heart says 'This time it's love' |
