| There’s a long line of mourners
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| Driving down our little street
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| Their fancy cars are such a sight to see, oh yea
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| They’re all rich friends who knew you in the scene
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| And now they’ve finally brought you
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| Brought you home to me When you left you know you told me That some day you’d be returnin'
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| In a fancy car, all the town to see, oh yea,
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| Well now everyone is watching you
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| You finally had your dream, yea
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| You’re ridin' in a long black limousine
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| You know the papers told of how you lost your life, oh yea
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| The party, the party and the fatal crash that night
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| Well the race along the highway, oh the curve you didn’t see
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| When you’re riding in that long black limousine
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| Through tear filled eyes I watch as you pass by oh yea
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| A chauffeur, a chauffeur at the wheel dressed up so fine
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| Well I never, I never, never, never
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| Oh my heart, all my dreams yea, they’re with you
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| In that long black limousine |