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Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me |
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Cos I just realized that it was meant to be |
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And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips |
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Flying around my feet |
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I'm talking to all the chewing gum |
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That's stuck everywhere on the street |
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And they're ringing the bells all over the city on a |
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Saturday night |
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Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright |
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Cos it's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me |
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Cos I just realized that it was meant to be |
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I'm standing at the sale of the shoes of bankrupt men |
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I just had to buy a pair to show |
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I can live again |
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They're ringing the bells all over the city on a |
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Saturday night |
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Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright |
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It's gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me |
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Cos I just realized that it was meant to be |
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And they're banging on the sheets of metal, sheets of gold |
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And these were the finest shoes that were ever sold |
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Raining on roofs, raining on drums |
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Love buys a six-pack and gives it to the bums |
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They're ringing on the bells in the city on a |
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Saturday night |
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Nobody knows why, but they know its gonna be alright |
