| By the banks of old poughkeepsie
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| My love swam with me
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| Nature’s tender bones are breathing
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| Lungs, each breaths, each breathes and
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| Have you felt it?
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| Have you?
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| I’ve felt it too
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| And so have you
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| Summer day, she stays by her window
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| Her saggy flesh it sweeps the floor
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| Down her steps and through her hallway
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| Coming out her door and
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| Have you seen it?
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| Have you?
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| I’ve seen that too
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| And so have you
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| Now man holds hands, head, neck, shaped cobweb
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| White oil fills each pore
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| Again down your steps and through your hallway
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| Jumping out your door and
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| Have you done it?
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| Have you?
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| I’ve done that too
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| And so have you
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| Well, love me tender
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| V-v-v-v-v-v-iva las vegas
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| And hounddog
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| All shook up
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| Heartbreak hotel
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| Lawdy, miss clawdy
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| Blue moon
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| Blue suede shoes and
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| Have you heard it?
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| Have you?
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| I’ve heard that too
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| And i know for sure that so have you |