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Well, I had to move fast |
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And I couldn't with you around my neck. |
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I said I'd send for you and I did |
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What did you expect? |
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My hands are sweating |
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And we haven't even started yet. |
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I'll go along with the charade |
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Until I can think my way out. |
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I know it was all a big joke |
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Whatever it was about. |
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Someday maybe |
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I'll remember to forget. |
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I'm gonna get my coat, |
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I feel the breath of a storm. |
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There's something I've got to do tonight, |
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You go inside and stay warm. |
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Has anybody seen my love, |
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Has anybody seen my love, |
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Has anybody seen my love. |
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I don't know, |
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Has anybody seen my love? |
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You want to talk to me, |
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Go ahead and talk. |
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Whatever you got to say to me |
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Won't come as any shock. |
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I must be guilty of something, |
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You just whisper it into my ear. |
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Madame Butterfly |
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She lulled me to sleep, |
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In a town without pity |
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Where the water runs deep. |
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She said, \"Be easy, baby, |
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There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here.\" |
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You're the one I've been looking for, |
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You're the one that's got the key. |
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But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you |
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Or you're too good for me. |
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Has anybody seen my love, |
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Has anybody seen my love, |
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Has anybody seen my love. |
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I don't know, |
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Has anybody seen my love? |
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Well, they're not showing any lights tonight |
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And there's no moon. |
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There's just a hot-blooded singer |
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Singing \"Memphis in June,\" |
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While they're beatin' the devil out of a guy |
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Who's wearing a powder-blue wig. |
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Later he'll be shot |
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For resisting arrest, |
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I can still hear his voice crying |
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In the wilderness. |
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What looks large from a distance, |
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Close up ain't never that big. |
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Never could learn to drink that blood |
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And call it wine, |
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Never could learn to hold you, love, |
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And call you mine. |