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(hitchhike to rhome lyrics. |
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Minor variations found on wreck your life.) |
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When i first met doreen |
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She was barely seventeen. |
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She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar. |
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The way she tossed 'em back |
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I would've had a heart attack. |
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But as it is i let her drive my car. |
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We galloped through the boroughs |
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Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds, |
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Until i said, "stop the car, doreen." |
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Well you can roll your eyes and nod |
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But i swear that i saw god, |
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In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens. |
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Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream. |
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You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen. |
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Come clean doreen. come clean doreen. |
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Well i'm pulling into cleveland |
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In a seven-seater tour van. |
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There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor. |
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The guy that plays the banjo |
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Keeps on handing me the old crow, |
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Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore. |
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Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream. |
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You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen. |
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Come clean doreen. come clean doreen. |
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Now i'm begging and i'm pleading, |
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"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding. |
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There's a fina off the highway with a phone." |
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I'm calling you doreen, |
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But it rings and rings and rings. |
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Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home. |
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Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream. |
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You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen. |
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Come clean doreen. come clean doreen. |
