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I take off my glasses and I pull on my shirt |
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I call up my friends on my long ,long list |
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I said I've got a reason just to get to the coast |
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I'll stand on the streets where all the books were wrote |
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I remember words |
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That ran around my head |
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And made no sense at all |
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And rained right off my tongue |
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Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector |
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I'm in an old Humber |
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That takes a long, long road |
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And remembering the smell |
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Of summer on the parcel shelf |
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And opening up the quarter light |
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And holding out a scythe |
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That levels out the landscape |
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As a car, car travels |
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I remember words |
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That ran around my head |
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and made no sense at all |
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And rained right off my tongue |
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Like mother, love and Ronnie Spector |
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If these things don't get me |
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Then walking in the rain will. |
