| I’ve spent my days in restless ways
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| I messed around with waits and strays
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| But after all, that’s what I wanted
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| She was simply searching for
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| Another house, another door
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| When she knocked on mine, she got it
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| I opened up her eyes to situations
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| She had previously denied
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| Even existed
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| And once or twice, I made her cry
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| Heaven knows I didn’t try
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| To foul it up or twist it
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| (The walrus and the carpenter, the whiting and the snail)
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| (The lightning and the winds that wail)
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| And all the freaks that ever were and the weirds that will be
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| Got nothing on you and me (got nothing on you and me)
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| (The walrus and the carpenter, the whiting and the snail)
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| (The lightning and the winds that wail)
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| And all the freaks that ever were and the weirds that will be
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| Got nothing on you and me (got nothing on you and me)
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| You and me are gonna be
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| The sensation of the seventies
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| They’ll maybe even build us a statue
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| And in some distant future day
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| When we’re strolling down the promenade
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| You’ll turn to me and say: 'Is that you ?'
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| (The walrus and the carpenter, the whiting and the snail)
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| (The lightning and the winds that wail)
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| And all the freaks that ever were and the weirds that will be
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| Got nothing on you and me (got nothing on you and me)
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| You and me
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| Me, you and me
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| You and me
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| You and me, that’s all |