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Watching the clock over Jackson Square |
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I could feel my life drifting away |
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Loosing my hold like the muddy banks |
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In eleven straight days of rain |
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I want to call on the St. Expedite |
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I better call on that St. Expedite |
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Hung on the carousel took me a while |
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To see that it just goes 'round |
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I kept a thinking your name rings a bell |
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You resemble someone when you smile |
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And I wanna say it's that St. Expedite |
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Honey you got a face like St. Expedite |
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My spirit grows heavy and I wonder at times |
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What keeps it from floating up higher |
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The hatred of people that I might have crossed |
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Or the gravity of our desires |
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It's hell either way callin' St. Expedite |
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Hell either way callin' St. Expedite |
