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All of the girls out with their hips a sway |
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But I'm the loneliest man |
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They're selling incense and sunglasses on Orchard Street |
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Boatloads of bootleg Sean John |
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I'll dream you up in this vast, dark bed |
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Believe I loved you for each hair upon the back of your neck |
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And I want to kiss you but I can't |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Earrings weighing down the lobe and |
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Nose a lovely slope and the mouth turned down |
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Shoulders pale and beautiful and |
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Angle of the throat and your sweet sad stare |
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All of the waves that crash upon the shore |
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Fruitlessly shushing the world |
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I pledge allegiance to my displacement |
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My flag of doubt is unfurled |
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I'll dream you up on a vast, dark coast |
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Believe I see you walking toward me |
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Arms outstretched like a Ghost |
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And I want to kiss you but I can't |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
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Down on the river by the sugar plant |
