| Ruby, let down your golden hair
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| When I’m standing at the bottom of your stairs
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| Ruby, I can see your TV on
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| But the people there, they flicker and they’re gone
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| So let down your golden hair for me tonight
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| Let down your golden hair for me to climb
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| Just like an old time telegraph man I came here with a simple job to do
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| Cause that news coming down the wire says that your head’s on fire
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| And I’m trying to get a message through to you
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| Ruby, you ain’t lonely yet
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| With your crystal and your Russian cigarette
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| Ruby, haven’t you heard before
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| What good is the finest tower when it hasn’t got a door?
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| So let down your golden hair for me to climb
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| Let down your golden hair for me tonight
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| Just like an old time telegraph man I came here with a simple job to do
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| Cause that news coming down the wire says that your bed’s on fire
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| And I’m trying to get a message through to you, Ruby
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| I’m that old time telegraph man and I came here with a simple job to do
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| Cause that news coming down the wire says that your world’s on fire
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| And I’m trying to get a message through to you
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| I’m that old time telegraph man and I came here with a simple job to do
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| Cause that news coming down the wire says that your world’s on fire
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| And I’m trying to get a message through to you |