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The guilty undertaker sighs |
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The lonely organ grinder cries |
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The silver saxophones say |
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I should refuse you |
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And the cracked bells and washed-out horns |
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Blow into my face with scorn |
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But that not way |
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I wasn't born to lose you |
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I want you, I want you |
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I want you so bad |
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Honey, I want you |
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The drunken politician leaps |
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Upon the street where mothers weep |
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And the saviors who are fast asleep |
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They wait for you |
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And I wait for them to interrupt me |
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Drinkin' from my broken cup |
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And ask me |
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To open up the gate for you |
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I want you, I want you |
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I want you so bad |
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Honey, I want you |
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Now all my fathers, they've gone down |
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True love they've been without it |
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But all their daughters put me down |
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'Cause I don't think about it |
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Well, I return to the Queen of Spades |
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Talk with my chambermaid |
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She knows that I'm not afraid |
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To look at her |
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She is good to me |
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And there's nothing that she doesn't see |
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She knows where I'd like to be |
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It doesn't matter |
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'Cause I want you, I want you |
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I want you so bad |
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But I want you, I want you |
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I want you so bad |
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Honey, I want you |
