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Da da da da da da da da da da da |
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Sittin in Mangrove valley chasing light beams |
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Everything wanders from baby to Z |
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Baby Baby pretty it up on Tuesday Old like a rum-drinking demon at tea. |
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Baby Baby tell me what's the matter, what, what tell me what's your why how? |
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Tell me why will you never come home |
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Tell me what's your reason, if you've got a good one. |
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Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. |
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Everywhere I go, the people all know Everyone's doin' that rag. |
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Grateful Dead |
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Take my line, go fishin' for a Tuesday, |
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Maybe take my supper, eat it down by the sea. |
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Gave my baby twenty or forty good reasons, |
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Couldn't find any better ones in the morning at three. |
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THe rain gonna come, but the rain gonna go y'know. |
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Steppin' off sharply from the rank and file. |
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Awful cold and dark like a dungeon |
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Maybe get a little bit darker before the day. |
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Hipsters, flipsters, real cool chicksters Everyone's doin' that rag. |
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You needn't gild the lily, offer jewels to the sunset. |
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No one is watchin' or standin' in your shoes. |
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Wash your lonely feet in the river in the morning, |
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Don't neglect to pick up what your share is, |
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All the winter birds are winging home now. |
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Hey love go, and look around you, |
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Nothing out there you haven't seen before now. |
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Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, |
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If you keep on doin' that rag. |
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Wading in the water and you'll never get wet, |
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If you keep on doin' that rag. |
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One eyed jacks and the deuces are wild |
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And the aces are crawlin' up and down your sleeve. |
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Come back here pretty baby Louise |
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And tell me the name of the game that you play. |
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Is it All Fall Down? Is it All Go Under? |