| You should wear your red galoshes
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| Walking o’er the city pride
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| Streets are paved with heaven’s pennies
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| Gutters full of suicides
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| Teddy steadily fell from grace
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| Somewhere near Arcadia
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| Once she overheard a voice
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| That she didn’t hear on the radio
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| Velvet gloves and country clubs
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| Were never going to hold her
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| Ringing the necks of silly southern belles
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| Who wanted to scold her
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| Don’t bring me down
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| I’m trouble bound
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| Blue song, red alert
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| Who made Stella hurt?
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| Teddy soon dropped out of sight
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| Turned up in another town
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| Changed her name for the spotlight
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| Singing like a blue bird in a sequin gown
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| She finally fell and married well
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| But I knew it wouldn’t last
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| Reversing back into the limelight
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| No one ever saw her even half plastered
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| Don’t bring me down
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| I’m trouble bound
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| Blue song, red alert
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| Who made Stella hurt?
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| Then she saw those soldier boys
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| Throw their bonnets in the air
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| Self-made men would pledge their fortunes
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| And dream of her and dream of her
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| Generals in the commissary
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| Opened up a case of wine
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| Checked the perfume of the cork
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| Said, «Made in 1929»
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| They used her up, to raise morale
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| For money and Old Glory
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| Her voice was shot beyond repair
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| But this is not the last act of this story
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| The night is black as cracked shellac
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| Abandoned in an attic
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| Stella is silent as the grave
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| Until the needle drags her through the static
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| Don’t bring me down
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| I’m trouble bound
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| Blue song, red alert
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| Who made Stella hurt? |