| I spent Sunday afternoon just hanging around
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| Hanging by my nails two miles up and falling down
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| Checking out the weather
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| With my strung out feathers
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| Holding up a singer
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| By my good luck finger
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| Oh I’m hanging on
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| Come back tomorrow to see if I’m gone (x2)
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| I missed the train by a second or two
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| Screaming through my fist, screaming out «please love me do»
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| Hanging with a Haitian
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| At the ticket station
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| Talking about money
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| How it sure is funny
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| Oh I’m hanging out if ever you need me
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| Just give me a shout (x2)
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| Woke up this morning, my guitar was on fire
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| Smoke it up jimi, I thought that
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| You had long retired
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| Charcoal smoke and red hot ember
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| Smell like Christmas
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| In september
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| Oh, I’m waking up
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| The sugar plum fairy’s
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| In my coffee cup (x2)
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| Someone’s in the kitchen
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| Smells like suppertime
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| Someone’s in the kitchen
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| And they’re popping a bottle of wine
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| I got a letter from a long lost sis
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| Jumping in the lily, jumping in the sunshine kiss
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| «I'm dying and I’m dying on a hospital bed
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| Come come kiss me just before I’m dead»
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| Oh long ago someone figured that I would just know (x2)
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| I caught a ferry across the lonely bay
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| And I bussed up to boston and
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| I bought a ticket just one way
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| I jumped upon a plane
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| A coal-black stallion
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| I crossed the finish line
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| And I grabbed the medallion
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| Oh I’m finally home promise me that you won’t go (x2) |