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Back in the old folky days |
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The air was magic when we played. |
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The riverboat was rockin' in the rain |
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Midnight was the time for the raid. |
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Oh, Isabela, proud Isabela, |
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They tore you down and plowed you under. |
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You're only real with your make-up on |
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How could I see you and stay too long? |
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All along the Navajo Trail, |
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Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage pails. |
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Waitresses are cryin' in the rain |
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Will their boyfriends pass this way again? |
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Oh, Mother Goose, she's on the skids |
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Sure ain't happy, neither are the kids. |
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She needs someone that she can scream at |
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And I'm such a heel for makin' her feel so bad. |
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I guess I'll call it sickness gone |
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It's hard to say the meaning of this song. |
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An ambulance can only go so fast |
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It's easy to get buried in the past |
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When you try to make a good thing last. |
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I saw today in the entertainment section |
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There's room at the top for private detection. |
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To Mom and Dad this just doesn't matter, |
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But it's either that or pay off the kidnapper. |
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So all you critics sit alone |
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You're no better than me for what you've shown. |
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With your stomach pump and your hook and ladder dreams |
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We could get together for some scenes. |
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Well, I'm up in T.O. keepin' jive alive, |
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And out on the corner it's half past five. |
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But the subways are empty |
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And so are the cafes. |
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Except for the Farmer's Market |
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And I still can hear him say: |
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You're all just pissin' in the wind |
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You don't know it but you are. |
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And there ain't nothin' like a friend |
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Who can tell you you're just pissin' in the wind. |
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I never knew a man could tell so many lies |
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He had a different story for every set of eyes |
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How can he remember who he's talking to? |
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'Cause I know it ain't me, and hope it isn't you. |
