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Quit it give it up, ring that bell |
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You climb the walls, might as well |
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Like golden roses fallin' down |
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Ringing out all over town |
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Somewhere in the ballroom |
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Rain begins to fall |
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The dancers twisted on |
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Through the thunder and the walls |
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There is a haze out on the field |
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There is a fender over the wheel |
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A string of crows flyin' out the haze |
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Settles on the fender will not go away |
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Backwards to the sunset |
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On a horse without a brain |
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Met the moon one evening |
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As I stood out in the rain |
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Quit it give it up, ring that bell |
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Quit it give it up, might as well |
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Dynamite lyin' round |
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Blowin' up, blowin' down |
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Peekin' up, diving in |
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Rosie Ribbon howls let's do it again |
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Feeling too far sideways |
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Flashin' in the pan |
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Dove in through the window |
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Stumbled to a stand |
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Baby give it up, ring that bell |
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Quit it, give it up, might as well |