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When the fields are cracked and dry and all the crops are dead |
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Don't tell me that it's raining,when you're peeing on my head |
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I've got reliable sources giving me a clue |
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They're the tired horses that are dragging you |
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Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail |
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You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail |
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Saw you out last night sunglasses in a bar |
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Everybody knows. . . |
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With your |
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Ringling Brothers make-up on your trapeze |
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Everybody's scratching from your circus fleas |
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Found your hand in my pocket and an ear in my mail |
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You're the worm in silk clothing that ate his own tail |
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And I can't ignore you |
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I'm getting happy for you |
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You took my breath away now |
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I want it back |
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Don't say |
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I'm in the red when |
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I'm in the black |
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And if I can't ignore you |
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I'm getting happy for you |