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Show me the way home |
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Show me the way home |
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Show me the way back |
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She is my ripe tomato |
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She's my carrot on a stick |
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I've been drunk upon her juice so long |
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I don't know where I am |
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Now show me the way home |
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Show me the way home |
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Show me the way back home |
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She says the cup is broken |
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Now she tells me it is full |
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Mary, Mary, quite contrary |
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I don't know where to go |
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Now show me the way home |
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Show me the way home |
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Show me the way back home |
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She whispers, "Surrender, come blind to my side" |
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I will be on the twelve o-clock train |
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And I walk through the world, stunned by beauty, |
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I am king today |
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Now I watch the hours and the boxcars go by |
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Still I am waiting in the rain |
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Oh, she gives, she gives, she gives |
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And she takes away |
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Now show me the way home |
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Show me the way home |
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Show me the way back home |
