| Well I wish we knew as we sit here stewin'
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| in a Hollywood studio
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| As we make mistakes and the bass drum breaks
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| And we ask «Will she ever show?»
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| Because she comes and goes but everybody knows
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| when the lady comes around
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| Cause the room goes away and everybody plays
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| and we’re the happiest men in town
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| Sweet muse won’t you please send it on thru
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| All this music comes from you
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| So let them tunes… roll on thru
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| Sweet muse can you hear me callin' you?
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| Now you can play them tracks until it breaks your back
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| So just keep that girl in mind
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| Cause if the muse ain’t there we ain’t goin' nowhere
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| and you’ll never know what she’s like
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| She might play the harmonica, sing like Veronica
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| Blush when she’s outta tune
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| She might have guitar picks and strawberry lipstick
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| kisses in the afternoon
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| Sweet muse, you’re alive, you’re alive
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| When you’re here it feels so right
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| Stay for tonight… stay for my life
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| Sweet muse, can’t you hear me callin' you? |