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There's a round-up at the love corral |
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And the air is full of dust |
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And I think it's going pretty well |
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But I'm trying to adjust |
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As we walk along the boulevard |
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With a hand in hand in hand |
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And who cares if people stare at us |
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Cause they'll never understand |
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Sisters Where is the jealousy, is it there |
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Sisters Is this a felony anywhere |
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Who cares |
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I see a double moon in the sky |
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Sisters An oversupply |
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Do I have to be a diplomat |
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When I hear you fuss and fight |
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Do I have to be an acrobat |
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As I try to set it right |
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There's a double moon up in the sky |
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And it's shining down on me |
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And I know that |
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I'm a lucky guy |
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That's my biography |
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Sisters Where is the jealousy, is it there |
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Sisters Is this a felony anywhere |
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Who cares |
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I see a double moon in the sky |
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Sisters An oversupply |
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Arms are full |
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Lips are sore |
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By morning we could face the light |
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I would feel a little down |
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Well it wouldn't be disastrous |
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I would still have you around |
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Sisters Where is the jealousy, is it there |
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Sisters Is this a felony anywhere |
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Who cares |
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I see a double moon in the sky |
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Sisters An oversupply |
