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It was a curious sight to me |
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A castle older than a redwood tree |
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Once lived in by royalty |
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Who taxed and raped the land |
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Mostly now it was stone and dust |
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Long damp halls and smells of must |
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Faded walls and ancient rust |
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Built on shifting sand |
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And I wanted |
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I wanted I wanted |
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To smash that sucker down |
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It was a marvelous sight to see |
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A redhead workin' in a brasserie |
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Five foot nine built to a tee |
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Eyes so blue and bright |
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All the drunks were just circling round |
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I drank water and held my ground |
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Later on we did the town |
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And we caught every sight |
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Cause I wanted |
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I wanted I wanted |
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To follow her down |
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Sightseein' freein' my soul |
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Sightseein' leavin' my soul |
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It was a magical sight to me |
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And Yves Tanguy in a gallery |
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The 30's looking back at me |
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As if he really knew |
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I marveled at the artistry |
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Predating or technology |
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The vision there for all to see |
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Bold and strong and true |
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And I wanted |
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I wanted I wanted |
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To take that painting home |
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I wanted I wanted |
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I wanted to take that vision home |
