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The Only Joy In Town |
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by Joni Mitchell |
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I want to paint a picture |
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Botticelli * style |
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Instead of Venus on a clam * |
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I'd paint this flower child |
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"You are the air my flowers breathe" |
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He calls and the ladies turn around |
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On the first day of Spring |
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I'm looking at the only joy around |
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He's the only joy around |
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The only joy I found |
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The only joy in town |
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The Spanish steps * are crowded |
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Bunch of bodies brooding there |
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Dead pan side walk vendors |
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Hustling vacant stares |
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Making all the more exceptional |
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This fool in a flower crown |
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On the first day of Spring |
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I'm looking at the only joy in town |
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He's the only joy around |
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The only joy I found |
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The only joy in town |
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The Botticelli black boy |
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With the fuchias in his hair |
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Is breathing in women like oxygen |
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On the Spanish stairs |
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In my youth I would have followed him |
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All through this terra-cotta town |
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On the first day of Spring |
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We'd dance and sing |
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And be the only joy around |
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We'd be the only joy around |
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The only joy in town |
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He's the only joy I've found |
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All day |
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At night these streets are empty |
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Where does everybody go |
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Where are the brash and tender rooms |
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In Roman candle glow |
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Where are Fellini's circus' |
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La Dolce Vita * clowns |
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On the first day of Spring |
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I'm looking |
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At the only joy in town |
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He's the only joy around |
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The only joy I found |
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The only joy in town |
