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I'd start with the boys that hang |
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at the pier |
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like bats in the night, get tangled |
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in your hair |
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I'd take away the weekend |
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shoreleave lovers |
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that flood the ports with drunken |
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tales of far away |
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I'd take away the Eiffel tower |
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I'd take away the port of Spain |
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I take your yellow coat |
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no more romantic walks in the |
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pouring rain |
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then I'd make washboard, wind- |
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blown, sea-side, serenading, prep |
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school boys disappear |
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that flock in the summer like gulls to |
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the beach |
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and pick at your heart like the |
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garbage on the street |
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I'll take away all the things that make |
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you look away from me |
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I'd take away everything |
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then I'd have you all to myself |
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I'd take away the guy with the |
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monkey wrench smile |
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he'll steal your heart away and make |
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a Minnesota mile |
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like a corner store crook on a prison |
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break or a porno queen in a |
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party cake |
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I'd take away the Spanish steps |
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I'd take away the Golden Gate |
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I take away everything |
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just to have you all to myself |
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I never thought it'd get this bad |
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inside of me |
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I never thought that I'd be so |
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consumed with jealousy |
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I need you every night and every |
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day in bed |
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these thoughts keep spinning in |
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my head |
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then I'd make the big screen, battle- |
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scarred, bold-faced, leading man, |
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lone star heroes disappear |
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that fill your heart with thoughts of |
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being swept away |
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but that's a part a man like me could |
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never play |
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I'll take away all the things that make |
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you look away from me |
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I'd take away everything |
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just to have you all to myself |
