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I got a long-legged girl |
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We go all around the world |
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No one knows the shape we're in |
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In a first floor yellow room |
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In the middle of the afternoon |
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We breathe out and we breathe in |
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We're giving it all away |
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We're giving it all away |
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These are the days, these are the days |
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She don't believe in God |
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Or Jesus Christ our Lord |
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But she likes to call their names |
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She wants a little baby child |
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And she's running out of time |
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She needs a man who wants the same |
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We're giving it all away |
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We're giving it all away |
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These are the days, these are the days |
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Days of aching sunshine, days of sweetest rain |
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Days we know will never come again |
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I got a long-legged girl |
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With a laugh like a-ringing a bell |
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She sets my heart aflame |
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She don't believe in God |
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Or Jesus Christ our Lord |
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But she sure loves to call their names |
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We're giving it all away |
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We're giving it all away |
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These are the days, these are the days |
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Got a hard-headed girl |
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She's ringing a bell |
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Only time will tell |
