| Out in the late November chill
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| Crowded behind blue barricades
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| Peering out over every window sill
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| Lucky children snap their window shades
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| The streamers flying through the air
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| Falling all around the marching band
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| The country singer smiles and waves her hand
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| And I’m with you baby
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| And the voice in the public address says…
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| Please come and join the parade (the parade)
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| I know I’m finally home and dry
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| Please come and join the parade
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| Don’t let it pass you by (oh)
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| Fat lady smiling as she roles by
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| The big red smile and a sloppy kiss
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| Furry friends slow follow (follow)
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| Black mascara creatures, yes
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| Your baby’s screaming in your ear
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| The black hair and a red nose face
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| She’s running backwards off the fire escape
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| But I’m with you baby
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| And the voice in the public address says…
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| Please come and join the parade (the parade)
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| I know I’m finally home and dry
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| Please come and join the parade
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| Don’t let it pass you by
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| Don’t let it pass you by (by)
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| Yeah, please come and join the parade (the parade)
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| I know I’m finally home and dry
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| Please come and join the parade (the parade)
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| Don’t let it pass you by
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| Please, join the parade (the parade)
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| I know I’m home
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| Please come and join the parade (the parade)
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| Don’t let it pass you by |