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Standing on the corner |
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Suitcase in my hand |
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Jack's in his corset, jane is in her vest |
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Me, honey, i'm in a rock 'n' roll band |
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Ridin' in a stutz bearcat, jim |
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Those were different times |
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They studied rules of verse |
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And those ladies they rolled their eyes |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Jack, he is a banker |
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Jane, she is a clerk |
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Both of them save their money |
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When they come home from work |
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Sittin' by the fire |
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Radio does play, look classical music there, kids |
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"the march of the wooden soldiers" |
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You can hear jack say |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Some people like to go out dancing |
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And other people like us, we gotta work |
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And there's even some evil mothers |
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They'll tell you that life is just made out of dirt |
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And women never really faint |
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All the villains always blink their eyes |
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That children are the only ones who blush |
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And life is just to die |
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Anyone who ever had a heart |
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And wouldn't turn around and break it |
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Anyone who ever played a part |
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And wouldn't turn around and hate it |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane, sweet jane |
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Sweet jane, oh honey, sweet jane |
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Sweet jane, oh, sweet jane |
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Sweet jane, sweet jane |
