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You come down from the mountain |
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They lose your scent in the fountain |
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You cross over, cross over and make it big |
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Women whistle while they work |
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And men make sense when they prevail |
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From debtor's jail, you have never looked so beautiful, no "Tread lightly through the fog," said the |
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Apothecary's daughter "You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn." |
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The elegant attack, the omnivorous, but careful, strokes |
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The forger's folks are proud of their son |
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He has traded beauty in for fun |
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From a sick bed |
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I read the nurse's notes you took the night before |
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You made the signs come alive |
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You made me strive for the door, ah "Tread lightly through the fog," said the |
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Apothecary's daughter "You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn." "Tread lightly through the fog," said the |
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Apothecary's daughter "You don't want to go, but you gotta, into the half-light of dawn." |
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Oh You come down from the mountain |
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You lose the dogs through the fountain |
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You cross over, you cross over and you win |
