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I love your nervous fingers |
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Won't you fumble all night long |
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But the morning they are stingers |
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To rise and stumble on |
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And down the crooked pavement |
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The wind rolls my thoughts like a leaf |
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The brill bell chimes |
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And fortune smiles, with its broken teeth |
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And the many rivers run |
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Grateful for the rain |
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I'd be grateful for one morsel |
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Of your loving again |
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Summer, restless summer |
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Won't let sleeping dogs lay |
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Your bobbed voice |
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You awaken as time gone by[Foreign content] |
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Thunder's muttered promise |
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Impatient girl on the scented wind |
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Your gray eyes starve in the rain |
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Nearly upon her |
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And the many rivers run |
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Grateful for the rain |
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I'd be grateful for one morsel |
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Of your loving again |
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And the many rivers run |
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Grateful for the rain |
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I'd be grateful for one morsel |
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I'd be grateful for one morsel |
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I'd be grateful for one morsel |
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Of your loving again |
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Yeah |
