| Running my mouth off at the storm
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| Yelling «man, what the hell did you do that for?»
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| And I was watching the old men fish
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| And they’d all give their catch away
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| And I could hear a woman singing
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| And I could hear that piano play
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| It’d go like
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| «Where did you get your bad breath?
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| I want some, oh, a drag off your cigarette»
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| And I was thinking about a song
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| That I heard when I was young
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| And I was wondering 'bout its trumpeter
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| How he could get those horns to tongue
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| Something like
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| Tears will gather in my eye
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| «Hold my head, and babe y’know I’ll cry»
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| And I was thinking 'bout the places I’d been
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| With you always at my side
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| Like a baby, oh I held my head and cried
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| «C'mon Dorothy, y’know we could go all night»
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| «Hey, it’s nighttime and you know
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| It’s getting cold so babe put on some clothes»
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| Oh, let’s go hit the town
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| And we could fill the room up with smoke
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| You know I got the first round
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| As we tell all those stories told
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| And I would pretend you were new
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| Like I was just introduced to you
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| And all the music in my ears
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| Sounds beautiful down here
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| And I could hear that drummer roll
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| As I listened to that choir cry
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| And I could hear a guitar weeping
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| I could feel those pipers pipe
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| And all the beauty I couldn’t see
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| Well it just cut me at my knees
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| And I was watching the old men fish
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| And they’d all give their catch away
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| And I could hear a woman singing
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| And I could feel that piano play
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| Tears will gather in my eye
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| Hold my head, oh, and babe you know I’ll cry
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| Like a baby, oh, I held my head and cried
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| C’mon Dorothy, you know we could go all night |