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I was ready to cross that border |
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leave my babe behind |
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yes ready to cross that border |
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where I thought that I'd gold to grind |
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Well I told her 'bout the fortunes |
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that I was gonna get |
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and how I'd come and pick her up later |
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in a brand new Corvette |
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or maybe in a streamlined custom jet |
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and how I'd knot my bandana and not forget |
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She said did I remember those rainy mornings |
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on the by-pass out of this place |
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trying to flag down long-distance haulers |
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she her handbag and me my case |
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and how we'd dreamed about being somewhere |
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where we could tune in |
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and all the times we had to turn back |
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and give in once again |
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and now you tell me that you'll not forget |
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to come and get me in your new Corvette |
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But what was that shadow |
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- a rush in the street |
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was it a bat or a hobo that laid |
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beneath her pink silk-sheet |
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you know I really can't leave you |
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as your heart could stop to beat |
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yes, and the gold in your grind |
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is what in the end I really best need |
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Yes I went to see my babe |
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this would be the Big Farewell |
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many many teardrops I did expect |
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and love words to tell |
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you know, I left out all those |
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red-light streets with girls in procession |
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just to tell her who her sole was and |
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whole possession |
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and how I'd tell her not to fret |
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that I'd be back to get her in a jet... |
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But what was that movement? |
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a reflection on the blind |
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was it a cat or red-robin? |
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and what were those words |
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the gold in your grind |
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is what I really best need |
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you know I really can't leave you |
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as my heart would stop to beat |
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and the gold in your grind |
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is what I really best need |
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It was the Big Farewell. |
