| It’s a mad man’s game
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| Making cadences land in golden fields
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| A mad man’s game
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| Making the commonplace unreal
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| I can’t say why
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| But I have a way of bleeding dry
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| Anything you call a rose
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| From red to white
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| A full bouquet
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| To fucking snow
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| It’s a mad man’s game
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| I had been spending a lot of time
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| In my expensive furs
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| When the question first occurred to me
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| Is there anything more famous
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| Anything more grand
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| Anything more noble than a folded hand?
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| Fantasy, it’s a mad man’s game
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| At the very least, a younger man’s game
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| I’d say the only word worth singing
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| Is a name
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| I’d say the only name worth singing
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| Is not 'God'
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| It’s you
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| Julia
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| As beautiful, and simple as the sun
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| Julia with blue jeans on
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| Julia, as beautiful and simple as the sun
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| Just Julia with blue jeans on
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| I see you there
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| Oh, at the bottom of the stairs
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| Obliterating everything I’ve ever written down
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| Was there any other way
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| That you could have been found?
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| Oh Julia with blue jeans on
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| Ohhh ah da da da … |