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Debonair lullabies |
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In melodies revealed |
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In deep despair on lonely nights |
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He knows just how you feel |
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The slyest rhymes, the sharpest suits |
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In miracles made real |
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Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night |
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You know you're right just to hold her tight |
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He soothes it right, makes it out of sight |
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And everything's good in the world tonight |
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When Smokey sings, I hear violins |
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When Smokey sings, I forget everything |
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As she's packing her things |
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As she's spreading her wings |
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The front door might slam |
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But the back door it rings |
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And Smokey sings, he sings |
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Elegance in eloquence |
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For sale or rent or hire |
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Should I say yes and match his best |
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Then I would be a liar |
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Symphonies that soothe the rage |
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When lovers' hearts catch fire |
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Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night |
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You know you're right just to hold her tight |
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He soothes it right, makes it out of sight |
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And everything's good in the world tonight |
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When Smokey sings, I hear violins |
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When Smokey sings, I forget everything |
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As she's packing her things |
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As she's spreading her wings |
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Smashing the hell |
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With the heaven she brings |
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Then Smokey sings, he sings |
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(Would it be true to say) |
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Luther croons |
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Sly's the original originator |
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James screams |
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Marvin was the only innovator |
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But nothing can compare |
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Nothing can compare |
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When Smokey sings |
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When Smokey sings, I hear violins |
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When Smokey sings, I forget everything |
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As she's packing her things |
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As she's spreading her wings |
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She threw back the ring |
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When Smokey sings |
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Smokey sings |
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Smokey sings |
