| Debonair lullabies in melodies revealed
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| In deep despair on lonely nights
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| He knows just how you feel
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| The slyest rhymes — the sharpest suits
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| In miracles made real
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| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
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| You know you’re right just to hold her tight
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| He soothes it right — makes it outtasite
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| And everything’s good in the world tonight!
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| When Smokey sings — I hear violins
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| When Smokey sings — I forget everything
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| As she’s packing her things
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| As she’s spreading her wings
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| The front door might slam
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| But the back door it rings
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| And Smokey sings… he sings
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| Elegance in eloquence — for sale or rent or hire
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| Should I say — yes I match his best
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| Then I would be a liar
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| Symphonies that soothe the rage
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| When lovers' hearts catch fire
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| Like a bird in flight on a hot sweet night
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| You know you’re right just to hold her tight
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| He soothes it right — makes it outtasite
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| And everything’s good in the world tonight!
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| When Smokey sings — I hear violins
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| When Smokey sings — I forget everything
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| As she’s packing her things
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| As she’s spreading her wings
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| Smashing the hell
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| With the heaven she brings
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| Then Smokey sings… he sings
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| Luther croons
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| Sly’s the original — originator
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| James screams
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| Marvin was the only innovator
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| But nothing can compare
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| Nothing can compare
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| When Smokey sings
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| When Smokey sings — I hear violins
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| When Smokey sings — I forget everything
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| As she’s packing her things
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| As she’s spreading her wings
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| She threw back the ring
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| When Smokey sings…
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| Smokey sings…
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| Smokey sings… |