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Man with a saxophone, on the telephone with an invitation, |
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Sure, it's alright with me, |
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Come along, my friend, I'm not really busy, |
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I need the company and the conversation, |
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Teach me the secrets and the mysteries. |
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Already I'm falling, |
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Already I'm spinning, |
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Already they're here in my heart, |
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Keep them coming, give them all to me. |
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Little Lucinda, with a diamond smile and a plastic bracelet, |
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She took my heart when I walked her home from school one day, |
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This is different, when a thousand chimes in the hard-rock canyon echo through my soul complete. |
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Already I'm falling, (falling, falling) |
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Already I'm spinning, (spinning, spinning) |
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Already they're here in my heart, |
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Keep them coming, give them all to me, |
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Already I'm falling, (falling, falling) |
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Already I'm spinning, (spinning, spinning) |
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Already they're here in my heart, |
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Keep them coming, |
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Already I'm falling, (falling, falling) |
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Already I'm spinning, (spinning, spinning) |
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Already they're here in my heart, (falling, falling) |
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Already here, (spinning, spinning) |
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