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There once was a writer |
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He liked to write songs |
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He had the eyes of a fighter |
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Never did nobody wrong |
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He then became a lover the day he found his heart |
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In the words of a hooker who walked the cold streets after dark |
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She said, "Where d'you think your going with that look upon your face |
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Nowhere for you" |
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He said, "I'm going nowhere, would you like to come too" |
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He said, "I'm going nowhere would you like to come too" |
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So they made sweet love by a streetlight |
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While the raindrops washed their sin |
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And as he trespassed into her life |
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Well she fell in love with him |
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While touching her face |
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Looking for a love |
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He began to kiss her eyes |
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But at the taste of a tear drop he heard the lady say goodbye |
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So he said, "Where d'you think your going with that look upon you face |
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Nowhere for you" |
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She said, "I'm going nowhere would you like to come too" |
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Yeah |
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Yeah |
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She said, "I'm going nowhere" |
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He said, "I would love to come with you" |
