| Youll find me in a berlin bar,
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| In a corner brooding.
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| You know that I go very quiet
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| When Im listening to you.
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| Theres something very special indeed,
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| In all the places where Ive seen you shine, boy.
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| Theres something very real in how I feel, honey.
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| Its in me.
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| Its in me,
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| And you know its for real.
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| Tuning in on your saxophone.
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| Doo-bee-doo-bee-doo…
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| The candle burning over your shoulder is throwing
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| Shadows on your saxophone, a surly lady in tremor.
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| The stars that climb from her bowels,
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| Those stars make towers on vowels.
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| Youll never know that you had all of me.
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| Youll never know the poetry youve stirred in me.
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| Of all the stars Ive seen that shine so brightly,
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| Ive never known or felt in myself so rightly,
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| Its in me.
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| Its in me,
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| And you know its for real.
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| Tuning in on your saxophone.
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| Doo-bee-doo-bee-doo… |