| Molly came home from work and found her cat dead
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| She suddenly realized she wanted a dog instead
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| She dashed down to the kennel and bought herself a puppy
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| And on that first walkies she ran across a yuppie
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| His name was Steven, he was very clean shaven and patient
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| Just the type of guy to help her build the kinda life
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| That she’s been craving
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| And still to this day, coincidence is all the rage!
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| I’m riding on the back of a giant bird
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| Bigger than you, bigger than me
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| On the west side of your memory
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| The scent that sings your pot poureé
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| The flour in your bakery
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| Johnny and Rita had a real thing going on
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| Johnny shows Rita to his best friend called Bobbie
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| Who freaks over Rita, she finds herself smitten
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| With Bobbie’s commitment to old fashioned values
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| So they run off together, it’s a match made in heaven
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| She is a painter and he is a turpentine seller
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| Just the kind of love to make a lonely man
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| And lonely woman better
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| And still to this day coincidence is all the rage!
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| I’m riding on the back of a giant bird
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| Bigger than you, bigger than me
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| It’s the fight in your artillery
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| The painting in your gallery
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| The food in your delivery
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| I don’t want to break your heart in two
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| There’s just one thing I’d like you to try
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| Don’t let science take your wings away
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| You can live tomorrow from today
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| Frankie got out of school and found himself dead
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| Instead of a diploma they gave him some white bread
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| And Graham was in Chicago in a middle class home
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| Destined for marriage and a lock on his bone
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| And Johnny was Italian and it was meant to be
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| All kinds of stupid till he moved to New York City
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| Just the type of town to help create
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| The type of music that’s free
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| I’m riding on the back of a giant bird
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| Bigger than you, bigger than me
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| Bigger than all history |