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When the hawk's in the kitchen and the sirens in bloom |
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And the losers have been swept from the gin mills |
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Hello sucker, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year |
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34th Street good tidings to you |
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And will you meet me in Paradise Alley tonight |
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We'll leave town in a bottle of whiskey |
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And come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppost |
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Just put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway there |
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You know, the heroes will wait where their dreams used to be |
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Go on and ask the hooligans as they sweep down the midway |
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I'm going waltzing tonight with the Statue of Liberty |
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And come on, you old lazy-bones, let's get out of this place |
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Will you meet me in Paradise Alley tonight |
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We'll leave town in a bottle of whiskey |
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And come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppost |
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Just put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway there |
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Now there's a counterfeit moon, and I'm seeing right through it |
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Cause the dawn spent it all in one place |
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And we'll rise to the top of the morning tonight |
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You can ride on my shoulders, and I'll show you the way |
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If you meet me in Paradise Alley tonight |
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We'll leave town in a bottle of whiskey |
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So come on, you old scarecrow, and be a wheel, not a lamppost |
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Just put a saddle on a wishbone, and you're halfway there |
