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I'm really sorry, |
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StevenBut your bicycle's been stolen |
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I was watchin' it for you 'til you came back in the fall |
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I guess I didn't do such a good job after all |
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I was feelin' really sorry |
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StevenAnd |
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I spent all morning grievin' |
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And everybody's saying that you'll take the news gracefully |
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Somehow I don't think |
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I'll be gettin' off that easily |
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I meant her no harm |
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When I left her unlocked |
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Outside the |
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Orange Street food farm |
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I was just runnin' in, didn't think |
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I'd be that long |
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I came out, she was gone |
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And all that was there was some bored old dog |
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Leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been |
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Guess we'll never see poor |
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Madeleine again |
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Let this be consolation, |
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StevenThat all the while you were in |
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EnglandI treated her with care and respect and gave her lots of love |
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And I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up |
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And where has she gone? |
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Well, I bet she's on the bottom |
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Of a Frenchtown pond |
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Rudely abused on some hescher's joyride |
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So I wrote you this song |
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In the hopes that you'd forgive me even though it was wrong |
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Being so careless with a thing so great |
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And taking your poor |
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Madeleine away, away [Incomprehensible] |
