| In Hong Kong city
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| At a chowder stand down from Kowloon
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| Met a junkie into syncronicity
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| He’d made all the phases of the spoon
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| He said mister I am able
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| To map the Cairo water table
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| But nowhere on my charts
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| Does it say how to mend a heart
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| In old Genoa
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| Behind some dump truck driver’s door
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| There as a lady who was dressed up
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| Like Marlene before the war
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| Opinion held that she was ice
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| Oh but you could glimpse paradise
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| If you leaned close in the dark
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| And you told her how to mend a heart
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| Wait for all the lights,
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| All the lights in town to go out,
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| Avoid looking in the mirror
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| Turn the car and go south
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| Follow the Pole Star
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| Until she changes her petticoat
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| Check into a desert motel
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| And let the dam in the waters go broke
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| Some nameless project
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| Out by the twentieth zone
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| We got a leaper gonna jump for it
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| He’s paid about all he was owing
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| He said I’m telling you the truth
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| I would not be on this roof
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| If I hadn’t seen some kissing in the park
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| Or known how to mend a heart. |