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Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road |
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Zingara why, do they speak your name |
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Whisper like a class? |
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Why do you walk in empty shoes |
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Through long and lonely dusk? |
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Why do you sleep with strangeness |
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Dream of bitter rage? |
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Sing your song in the mirror |
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Like a bird outside a cage |
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Yea, yea |
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The land lies large unwinding |
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Freezing from the miles |
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But colder still are the home fires |
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The ashes of the wild |
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Down the road, down you fly |
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Never a heart to stay |
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A lost guitar in fields afar |
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Ever hell to pay |
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Strangers are eyes, oh oh |
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Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Zingara why do they speak your name? |
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Whisper like a cuss |
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Why do you walk in empty shoes |
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In long and lonely dusk? |
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Strangers are eyes, oh oh |
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Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road |
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Down, down, down, down |
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Down, down, down, down Corduroy Road |
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Down, down, down, down |