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In Hong Kong city |
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At a chowder stand down from Kowloon |
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Met a junkie into syncronicity |
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He'd made all the phases of the spoon |
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He said mister I am able |
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To map the Cairo water table |
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But nowhere on my charts |
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Does it say how to mend a heart |
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In old Genoa |
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Behind some dump truck drivers door |
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There was a lady who was dressed up |
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Like Marlene before the war |
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Opinion held that she was ice |
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Oh but you could glimpse paradise |
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If you leaned close in the dark |
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And you told her how to mend a heart |
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Wait for all the lights, |
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All the light in town to go out |
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Avoid looking in the mirror |
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Turn the car and go south |
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Follow the Pole Star |
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Until she changes her petticoat |
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Check in to a desert motel |
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And let the dam in the waters go broke |
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Some nameless project |
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Out by the twentieth zone |
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We got a leaper gonna jump for it |
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He's paid about all he was owing |
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He said I'm telling you the truth |
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I would not be on this roof |
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If I hadn't seen some kissing in the park |
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Or known how to mend a heart |