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Standing on the corner |
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Suitcase in my hand |
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Jack's in his corset, Jane is in her vest |
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Me honey I'm in a rock 'n' roll band |
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Ridin' a Stutz Bearcat, Jim |
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Those were different times |
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They studied rules of verse |
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And those ladies they rolled their eyes |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Jack, he is a banker |
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Jane, she is a clerk |
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Both of them save their money |
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When they come home from work |
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Sittin' near by the fire |
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Radio does play, look classical music there, kids |
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The march of the wooden soldiers |
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You can hear Jack say |
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"Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane" |
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Some people like to go out dancing |
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As other people like us, we gotta work |
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There's even some evil mothers |
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They'll tell you that life is just made out of dirt |
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And women never really faint |
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All the villains always blink their eyes |
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That children are the only ones who blush |
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And life is just to die |
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Anyone who ever had a heart |
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And wouldn't turn around and break it |
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Anyone who ever played a part |
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And wouldn't turn around and hate it |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Oh honey sweet Jane |
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Sweet Jane |
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Oh are you sweet Jane? |
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Sweet Jane, sweet Jane |