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Grace Cathedral hill |
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All wrapped in bones of a setting sun |
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All dust and stone and moribund |
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I paid twenty-five cents |
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To light a little white candle |
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For New Year's |
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DayI sat and watched it burn away |
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Then turned and weaved through slow decay |
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We were both a little hungry |
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So we went to get a hot dog |
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Down the Hyde |
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St. PierThe light was slight and disappeared |
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The air, it stunk of fish and beer |
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We heard a tuba |
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And trumpet play the |
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National Anthem |
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And the world may be long for you |
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But he'll never belong to you |
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But on a motorbike |
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When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight |
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Are you feeling better now? |
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Are you feeling better now? |
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Are you feeling better now? |
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Some way to greet the year |
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Your eyes all bright and brimmed with tears |
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The pilgrims, pills and tourists here all sing"Fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo" |
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Sweet on a green eyed girl, all fiery |
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Irish clip and curl, all brine and piss and vinegar |
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I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle |
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And the world maybe be long for you |
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But he'll never belong to you |
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But on a motorbike |
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When all the city lights blind your eyes tonight |
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Are you feeling better now? |
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Are you feeling better now? |
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Are you feeling better now? |
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la |
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Ooh, la, la, la, la |
