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I was nineteen when I came to town |
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They called in the Summer of Love |
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They were burningbabies, burning flags |
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The Hawks against the Doves |
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I took a job in the STeamie |
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Down on Cauldrum Street |
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I fell in love with a laundry girl |
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Was working next to me |
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She was a rare thing |
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Fine as a beeswing |
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away |
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She was a lost child |
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She was running wild, she said |
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As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay |
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And you wouldn't want me any other way |
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Brown hair zig-zag round her face |
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And a look of half-surprise |
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Like a fox caught in the headlights |
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There was an animal in her eyes |
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She said, young man, O can't you see |
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I'm not the factory kind |
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If you don't take me out of here |
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I'll surely lose my miind |
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She was a rare thing |
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Fine as a beeswing |
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away |
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She was a lost child |
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She was running wild, she said |
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As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay |
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And you wouldn't want me any other way |
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We busked around the market towns |
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And picked fruit down in Kent |
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And we could tinker lamps and pots |
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And knives wherever we went |
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And I said that we might settle down |
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Get a few acres dug |
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Fire burning in the hearth |
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And babies on the rug |
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She said O man, you foolish man |
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It surely sounds like hell |
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You might be lord of half the world |
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You'll not own me as well |
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She was a rare thing |
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Fine as a beeswing |
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away |
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She was a lost child |
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She was running wild, she said |
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As long as there's no price on love, I'll stay |
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And you wouldn't want me any other way |
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We was camping down the Gower one time |
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The work was pretty good |
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She thought we shouldn't wait for frost |
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And I thought maybe we should |
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We were drinking more in those days |
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And tempers reached a pitch |
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Like a fool I let her run |
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With the rambling itch |
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Last I hear she's sleeping out |
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Back on Derby beat |
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White Horse in her hip pocket |
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And a wolfhound at her feet |
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And they say she even marriend once |
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A man named Romany Brown |
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But even a Gypsy caravan |
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Was too much settliing down |
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And they say her flower is faded now |
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Hard weather and hard booze |
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But maybe that's just hte price you pay |
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For the chains you refuse |
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She was a rare thing |
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Fine as a beeswing |
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And I missher more than ever words could say |
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If I could just taste |
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All of her wildness now |
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If I could hold her in my arms today |
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Then I wouldn't want her any other way |
