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Pirates (1981) |
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Lyrics R.L. Jones except 4. (with D.Kalish) and 7. (with S.Bernardi) © 1980, 1981 Easy Money Music / Reproduction for commercial use strictly prohibited |
Testi R.L. Jones tranne 4. (con D.Kalish) and 7. (con S.Bernardi) © 1980, 1981 Easy Money Music / Riproduzione per usi commerciali vietata |
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