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Jean, Jean, roses are red |
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All the leaves have gone green |
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And the clouds are so low |
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You can touch them and so |
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Come out to the meadow, Jean |
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Jean, Jean, you're young and alive |
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Come out of your half-dreamed dream |
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And run, if you will, to the top of the hill |
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Open your arms, Bonnie Jean |
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Till the sheep in the valley, come home my way |
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Till the stars fall around me and find me alone |
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When the sun comes a-singin', I'll still be waitin' |
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For Jean, Jean, roses are red |
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And all of the leaves have gone green |
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While the hills are ablaze |
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With the moon's yellow haze |
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Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean |
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(Jean, Jean) |
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Jean, you're young and alive |
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Come out of your half-dreamed dream |
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And run, if you will to the top of the hill |
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Come into my arms, Bonnie Jean |
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Jean |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
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La, la, la, la |
