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(There is a house I know and it's called The Dust In My Eye, The Dust In My Eye.) |
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There is a town |
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I know with a street that's weird - it's |
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Silent. On a street |
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I go is a house with the name |
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The Dust In |
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My Eye. Last night |
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I dreamt & it seemed so clear - you were |
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There, you were there. |
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Last night |
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I dreamt & it seemed so clear. |
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And I know that it's you. |
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So I hope that it's you. |
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I fear it's you, so |
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I hope it's you. |
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And I know that it's you. |
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So I hope that it's you. |
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I fear it's you, so |
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I hope it's you. |
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In the dusk of the day under old city walls |
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I howl. And |
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I call for a light and |
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I howl like it's lust - only |
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The drunks are out. |
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And they know my name and they all like to say, |
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We're Glad that you're here. |
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We're glad that you're here. |
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And I know that it's you. |
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So I hope that it's you. |
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I fear it's you, so |
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I hope it's you. |
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And I know that it's you. |
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So I hope that it's you. |
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I fear it's you, so |
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I hope it's you. |
