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(lou reed) |
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Standing on the corner |
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Suitcase in my hand |
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Jack is in his corset and jane is in her vest |
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And me i'm in a rock and roll band |
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Riding in a stutz bearcat jim |
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Those were different times |
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And the poets studied rules of verse |
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And all the ladies rolled there eyes |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Now jack he is a banker |
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And jane she is a clerk |
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And they're both saving up all their money |
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And when they come home from work |
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Sitting by the fire |
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Radios a-play |
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A little classical music for you kids |
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To the march of the wooden soldiers and you can hear jack say |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Sweet jane |
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Some people like to go out dancing |
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Other people they got to work |
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And there's always some evil mothers |
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I tell you life is just full of dirt |
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And the women never really faint |
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And the villains always blink their eyes |
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And children are the only ones that blush |
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And that life is just to die |
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But anyone who had a heart |
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He wouldn't want to turn around and break it |
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And anyone who ever played a part |
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He wouldn't want to turn around and hate it |
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Sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane |
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Sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane sweet jane |
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Oh my sweet jane |
