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Johanna drove slowly into the city |
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The Hudson River all filled with snow |
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She spied the ring on His Honor's finger, oh-oh-oh |
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A thousand years in one piece of silver |
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She took it from his lily white hand |
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Showed no fear, she'd seen the thing |
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In the Young Men's Wing at Sloan-Kettering |
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Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh |
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Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh |
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Ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! |
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His honor drove southward seeking exotica |
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Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico |
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Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas, oh-oh-oh |
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I saw Johanna down in the subway |
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She took an apartment in Washington Heights |
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Half of the ring lies here with me |
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But the other half's at the bottom of the sea |
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Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh |
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Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh |
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Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh |
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Look outside at the raincoats coming, say oh |
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Ay ay ay ay! Ay ay ay! |
