| He’s a perfect stranger, like a cross of himself with a fox
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| He’s a feeling arranger, and a changer of the ways he talks
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| He’s the unforseen danger, the keeper of the key to the lock
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| Know when you see him, nothing can free him
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| Step aside, open wide, it’s the loner
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| If you see him in the subway, he’ll be down at the end of the car
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| Watching you move until he knows, he knows who you are
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| When you get off at your station alone, he’ll know that you are
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| Know when you see him, nothing can free him
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| Step aside, open wide
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| I want to live with a cinnamon girl
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| I could be happy the rest of my life
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| With a cinnamon girl.
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| A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night
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| You see us together, chasing the moonlight
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| My cinnamon girl
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| Ten silver saxes, a bass with a bow
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| The drummer relaxes and waits between shows
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| For his cinnamon girl
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| A dreamer of pictures, I run in the night
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| You see us together, chasing the moonlight
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| My cinnamon girl
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| Be on my side, I’ll be on your side
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| There is no reason for you to hide
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| It’s so hard for me staying here all alone
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| When you could be taking me for a ride
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| She could drag me over the rainbow,
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| And send me away.
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| Down by the river
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| I shot my baby
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| Down by the river
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| Dead.
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| You take my hand, I’ll take your hand
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| Together we may get away
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| This much madness is too much sorrow
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| It’s impossible to make it today
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| She could drag me over the rainbow,
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| And send me away.
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| Down by the river
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| I shot my baby
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| Down by the river
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| Dead.
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| Be on my side, I’ll be on your side
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| There is no reason for you to hide
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| It’s so hard for me staying here all alone
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| When you could be taking me for a ride |