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I went to morrison's grave at pere lachaise cemetery |
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The stony flowers and the matching graffiti were guiding me to the steps inside of me |
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And what will you do if i got down on my knees to you |
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What will you do if i lied to your face |
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Could you still hold your dreams |
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Could you live in your silent face |
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So what would you do, would you walk right through me |
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Would you stand in the way like the others before |
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Get in the way |
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Would you drink to me next beaujolais day |
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Tell me the truth, save a prayer for me |
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I would love to leave you but you would cry all night long |
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Eternal romantic, victory failed on beaujolais day |
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I heard a wheelchair whisper across a stale silent gymnasium |
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Trailing an ivy league jacket like a matador |
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Through the jitterbug steps of the night before |
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Through the chalk white chill and the tear fandango |
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Heading away to the inner wrangle |
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Do we cry for a cell |
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Do we need for a sell |
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What would you do, would you cry for me |
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Could you set off (?) could we go gently |
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Blame it away |
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Do you really want to head for the open door |
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Got to crack a bottle while you dream for me |
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Just an absent friend and a misery |
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Laying awake do we stay right there |
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'till beaujolais day |
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On beaujolais day |
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So what will you do, would you lie to me? |
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Would you sit right back in a victory |
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Would you play for me |
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Could you die for me |
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So what would you do, would you walk right through me |
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Heading away saying it's just another victory |
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This is beaujolais day |
