| Kashmir
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| Travelogue
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| Art Of Me
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| she made art of me
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| she made my day
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| the spanish way
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| people came to see
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| the art of me
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| the disagree
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| between you and I-
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| can never walk
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| nor even talk
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| I’m bound to hang
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| on this masterpiece
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| I’ll never find
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| within my mind, …ind, …ind
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| I was just a boy
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| she acted like decoy
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| and I became her toy
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| after shaking hands
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| captured by the glance
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| impressed by all the fans
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| by all the fans, by all the fans, by all the fans
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| I had never felt so weird before
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| when she left me hanging on the wall
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| all the love she gave to me came through her hands
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| all the love she gave to me came through her hands
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| oh I had a lovely woman back in all the early days
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| but I was crying she sailed away left the day
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| I found another on the train but she was in a haze
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| she had lost everything that she had earned on her lays
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| I got a job in a cafe behind the bar
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| but I was fired, took it all too far, too far
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| too much hip
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| got the pink slip
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| bought myself a razor
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| cut off the red feb
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| started jogging the next day
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| just to get in a good shape
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| looked at the trees, looked at the good babes
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| the good babes they were everywhere
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| but there was only one that I really wanted to get near, get near
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| she put me on a wheel-barrow
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| drove me to the gate
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| could not escape
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| much too late
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| the gate was real narrow
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| so she carried me home, carried me home, carried me home
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| I had never felt so weird before
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| when she left me hanging on the wall
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| all the love she gave to me came through her hands
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| all the love she gave to me came through her hands |