| She was buoyed up autumn leaf reddish hair
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| Chopped up wood behind a leather chair
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| From the east east shore we paddled south
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| Dog came running out with stick in mouth
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| Clanky motorcycle jug jag spat!
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| Leather shoes and a sun-bleached baseball hat
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| Came running down the stairs like clickety-clack
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| You slipped and fell
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| And landed on your back
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| Playing tackle football covered up with mud
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| Rutgers sweatshirt dirty, ripped and scuffed
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| Old sport Oxford champ a pioneer
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| Lone wolf grizzly bear and elk and deer
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| Clanky motorcycle jug jag spat!
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| Leather shoes and a sun-bleached baseball hat
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| Came running down the stairs like clickety-clack
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| You slipped and fell
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| And landed on your back
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| I was like Saturday night, I’ll be there
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| Martini call it laissez-faire
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| Sweater vest, plaid shirt tucked in
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| Morning sail around 6 a. |
| m
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| Long Island, north shore owl eye glasses
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| Book collection, no camera flashes
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| Said no need for corduroy
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| No need for corduroy
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| A hard day’s working when the sun came up
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| Oh until the sun went down
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| Feel my feet dragging on the floor
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| Walking home at 2 in the morning
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| Only seventeen miles left
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| Feel like feel like feel like I’m so poor
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| Oh oh hey
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| Ayawa, kya kya ayawa |