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(I'll Love You) Until The End Of The World |
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It was a miracle i even got out of longwood alive, |
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This town full of men with big mouths and no guts; |
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I mean if you can just picture it, |
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The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast |
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And the street below showered in shards of broken glass, |
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And all the drunks pouring out of the dance halls |
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Staring up at the smoke and the flames; |
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And the blind pencil seller waving his stick |
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Shouting for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road; |
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And me, if you can believe this, |
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At the wheel of the of the car |
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Closing my eyes and actually praying; |
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Not to god above but to you, saying: |
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Help me, girl; help me, girl |
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I'll love you till the end of the world |
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With your eyes black as coal |
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And your long dark curls |
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Some things we plan, |
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We sit and we invent and we plot and cook up; |
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Others are works of inspiration, of poetry; |
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And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs |
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To say my last goodbye |
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To a hair as white as snow and of pale blue eyes |
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(::saying:::) |
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I gotta go; i gotta go, |
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The bomb in the bread basket are ready to blow |
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In this town of men with big mouths and no guts, |
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The pencil seller's dog, spooked by the explosion, |
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Leaping under my wheels as i careered out of longwood |
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On my way to you waiting in your dress, |
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In your dress of blue |
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I said: |
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Thank you, girl; thank you, girl |
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I'll love you till the end of the world |
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With your eyes black as coal |
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And your long, dark curls |
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And with the horses prancing through the fields, |
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With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield; |
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I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you |
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Waiting for me |
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In your dress of blue |
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Thank you, girl. thank you, girl |
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I'll love you till the end of the world |
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With your eyes black as coal |
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And your long, dark curls |
