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Well the smart money's on Harlow and the moon is in the street |
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And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws |
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And you're east of East Saint Louis and the wind is making speeches |
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And the rain sounds like a round of applause |
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And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon |
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His invisible fiancee's in the mirror |
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And the band is going home, it's raining hammers, it's raining nails |
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And it's true there's nothing left for him down here |
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And it's time time time, and it's time time time |
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And it's time time time that you love |
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And it's time time time |
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And they all pretend they're orphans and their memory's like a train |
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You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away |
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And the things you can't remember tell the things you can't forget |
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That history puts a saint in every dream |
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Well she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off |
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But these mama's boys just don't know when to quit |
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And Mathilda asks the sailors "Are those dreams or are those prayers?" |
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So close your eyes, son, and this won't hurt a bit |
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Oh it's time time time, and it's time time time |
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Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl |
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The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street |
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And when they're on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot |
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And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet |
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So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips |
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As the dish outside the window fills with rain |
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Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart |
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And pay the fiddler off 'til I come back again |
