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(Ian McLagan, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart) |
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Oh Cindy ain't you noticed |
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That several of your friends have moved on |
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And the street outside is just a little too quiet |
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And your local papers run out of news |
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I'm not persuading you or disengaging you |
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But Cindy you and me we gotta move |
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Can you refuse, no time to lose |
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We'll hit the high road early this morning |
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So don't be late, don't hesitate |
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This dream can pass just as fast as lighting |
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Cindy, incidentally, baby I ain't putting you on |
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Can you refuse, with nothing to lose |
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We'll hit the high road early this morning |
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So don't be late, don't hesitate |
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This dream can pass just as fast as lighting |
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Oh Cindy don't you worry |
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'Cause between us we can make it through |
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There ain't nothing, no no nothing |
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In the world I can do without you |
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So Cindy get your coat on |
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Leave the rent with the gent up in the penthouse |
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Turn your music so loud let's attract a big crowd |
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We'll drink a round to this town and bid goodbye |
