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It's a mad man's game |
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Making cadences land in golden fields |
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A mad man's game |
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Making the commonplace unreal |
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I can't say why |
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But I have a way of bleeding dry |
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Anything you call a rose |
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From red to white |
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A full bouquet |
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To fucking snow |
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It's a mad man's game |
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I had been spending a lot of time |
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In my expensive furs |
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When the question frst occurred to me |
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Is there anything more famous, |
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Anything more grand, |
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Anything more noble than a folded hand? |
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Fantasy, it's a mad man's game |
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At the very least, a younger man's game |
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I'd say the only word worth singing |
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Is a name |
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I'd say the only name worth singing |
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Is not 'God' |
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It's you |
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Julia |
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As beautiful, and simple as the sun |
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Julia with blue jeans on |
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Julia, as beautiful and simple as the sun |
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Just Julia with blue jeans on |
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I see you there |
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Oh, at the bottom of the stairs |
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Obliterating everything I've ever written down |
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Was there any other way |
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That you could have been found? |
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Oh Julia with blue jeans on |
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Ohhh ah da da da ... |
