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By the bumper cars in the pretty twining light |
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I may have gone too far, |
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I may have gone too much, too long |
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I'm a dull and witless boy |
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In the after bars, think |
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I was sullied by a dream |
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In the killing jar you and me at war at arms |
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All falling in embrace |
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Tell me why you lied |
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And what it is you do to keep your eyes |
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All shinyA tawny gypsy girl |
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Sleeping blanketed by stars |
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Beneath the tilt a whirl where we were coyly caught alone |
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All fumbling with your blouse |
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Tell me why you lied |
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And what it is you do to keep your eyes |
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All shinyAnd in the roller coaster din |
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By the parachutes in saddle shoes you break your shin |
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But I have never seen two eyes so shiny |
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And the sullen beery swine |
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Trying to tangle you in sullen beery balls of twine |
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Have they ever seen two eyes so shiny |
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The boys in denim vests, smoking cigarettes between |
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Their bootblack fingertips |
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Sweetly tipsy by the half-light |
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The light and the half-light |
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Tell me why you lied |
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And what it is you do to keep your eyes |
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ShinyShiny |
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ShinyShiny... |
