| Yes, «I've never seen no wages of war.»
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| That’s what you told me, baby,
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| That day at the wall
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| «I'm gonna be a free-roving dancer.»
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| Yes, I followed you, baby—
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| I was looking for the answer
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| Were you trying to break my mind?
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| Always knowing that the lights could change
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| Oh my Jenny of the Roses
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| You’ll probably rule the world some day
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| Yes, then we were running
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| Down the King’s Highway
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| With a ten-dollar lean
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| You were twenty steps in front of me
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| Didn’t it rain?
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| Didn’t it thunder?
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| O’er ribbons of highway
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| And you were caught under
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| Were you trying to break my mind?
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| Always knowing that the lights could change
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| Oh my Jenny of the Roses
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| Let me follow you down
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| Where the dead river ends
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| Where we met before
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| Is where we’ll meet again
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| And I wonder
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| Yes, I wonder
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| Yes, «I've never been
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| Afraid of the darkness.
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| It’s just a different kind of light.»
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| Were you trying to tell me something?
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| Didn’t it rain?
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| Didn’t it thunder?
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| O’er ribbons of highway
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| And you were caught under
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| Were you trying to break my mind?
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| Always knowing that the lights could change
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| Oh my Jenny of the Roses
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| Let me follow you down
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| Take pleasure in the rain
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| Down at the wall
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| Where they all know your name
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| And I wonder |