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Moonlit girls hiding in the dunes |
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Stars are falling like rockets in ruins |
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I'm in the meadows where the roses bloom |
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The orange blossoms shaking loose |
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Lovers talking like lovers do |
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Summer's twilight's had them fooled |
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Yonder come, yonder come |
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Yonder come the blues |
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Now, clap your hands |
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Baby, stomp your boots |
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Yonder come the blues |
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My feet are planted in the waist-high reeds |
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In the shadows, in the shade of trees |
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Through the kingdom's smoky leaves |
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You'd be laughing too if you could see |
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On the outskirts long and lean |
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Not bearing gifts on a jet black steed |
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Yonder come, yonder come |
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Yonder come the blues |
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Ain't no rumor simply true |
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Yonder come the blues |
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A dozen fingers and an easy touch |
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Throwing ashes in the pixie dust |
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Locked and loaded right off the bus |
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It's got us numbered, the two of us |
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Sing that gospel and get your thrills |
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Raise the roof off and strike the bell |
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You'd be dancing too if you could tell |
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It's waking up and coming out of its shell |
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Down the boulevard sirens pass |
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Into the underworld deep and black |
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With brass and ladders, pick and axe |
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Down the stairwell through the blast |
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Single file out, don't be last |
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Not every one of us is coming back |
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Yonder come, yonder come |
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Yonder come the blues |
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Move on back and let them through |
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Yonder come the blues |
