| Hmm, oh-oh
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| Blackbirds will sing in the same key
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| As you play in the shoes that I bought you
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| And sweet baby Jane don't know a thing
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| About my songs, but she knows I'm a monsoon
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| And, baby, you, all the things you do
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| And the ways you move, send me straight to Heaven
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| And, baby, you, what you never knew
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| What I never said is you're my living legend
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| Hipsters will sing just like a dream
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| In Sin-é or the back Brooklyn bayou
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| But you never cared about my name
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| And, darling, I never meant to defy you
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| But baby, you, all them things you do
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| And those ways you moved, send me straight to Heaven
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| And baby you, I never said to you
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| You really are my living legend
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| I got guns in the summertime and horses, too
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| Guns in the summertime and horses, too
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| I never meant to be bad or unwell
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| I was just living on the edge
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| Right between Heaven and Hell
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| And I'm tired of it
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| Oh, all the things you do
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| And the ways you move, send me straight to Heaven
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| And, baby, you, what I never said to you
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| 'Cause you really are my living legend
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| My living legend
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| My living legend
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| My living legend
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| My living legend |