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I met you on the palisades |
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The sun was spilling kerosene |
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And I was feeling wide awake |
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Girl, you can be so obscene |
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And when you sang a lullaby |
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A missionary called your name |
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You disappeared and hopped a flight |
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For the Serengeti Plain |
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Tell everyone you know |
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Open up the door |
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When your love has gone |
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You carry on |
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This is her song |
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This is a song for no one |
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I think I own a photograph |
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That shows her in the freezing rain |
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With the Italians on the bank |
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They know how to entertain |
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A string of pearls behind your hair |
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A music box to catch your tears |
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Now call your mother in L.A. |
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She hasn't heard your voice in years |
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Tell everyone you know |
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Open up the door |
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When your love has gone |
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You carry on |
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This is her song |
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This is a song for no one |
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You can jump a ride |
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But don't ask why |
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And don't close your eyes |
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This is a song for no one |
