| Through northern lights on back streets
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| I told the coachman, «Just drive me on,
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| It’s the same old destination
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| But a different world to sing upon.»
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| So he threw back his head and he counted.
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| I jumped out about five to nine.
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| And I waved at the stage door-keeper
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| Said, «Mister, get me to the stage on time.»
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| Oh, but the rain wasn’t made of water
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| And the snow didn’t have a place in the sun
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| So I slipped behind a rainbow
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| And waited till the show had done.
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| I packed my ammunition.
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| Inside the crowd was shouting, «Encore»,
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| But I had a most funny feeling
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| It wasn’t me they were shouting for.
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| So when the tall dark lady smiled at me
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| I said, «Oh, baby let us go for a ride.»
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| And we came upon two drinks or four
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| And popped them oh so neatly inside.
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| Oh, but the rain wasn’t made of water
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| And the snow didn’t have a place in the sun
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| So we slipped behind a rainbow
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| And lay there until we had done.
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| Let me pack you deep in my suitcase.
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| Oh, there’s sure to be room for two
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| Or you can drive me to the airplane
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| But don’t let me catch those rainbow blues. |