| Every set of keys is an original
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| Every silver lining is a curse
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| Anyone who’s ever turned their back on me
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| Always ends up facing something worse
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| Something worse
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| Some kind of nightmare or some kind of curse
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| Miss Sally Rogers did a little dance for me
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| Warmed me up and down my crooked spine
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| Miss Sally Rogers, yes, she’ll dance for anyone
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| She’ll be your as easily as mine
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| She’ll be mine, Miss Sally Rogers never will be mine
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| So I said Run around, run around, run around Sal
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| Run around, run around, run around Sal
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| Sally run around
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| Last night it was snowing down on Market Street
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| This morning there’s three bodies in the cold
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| All the love you’re saving for a rainy day
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| Won’t be enough to save your wretched soul
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| Save your soul
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| Won’t be enough to save your wretched soul
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| Save your soul
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| Twenty years ago I saw the president
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| He rode a silver horse into the crowd
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| A hundred years ago they might have made him king
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| Without him brother where would we be now |