| It was a miracle i even got outta longwood alive,
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| This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts,
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| I mean, if you can just picture it,
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| The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
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| And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
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| And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
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| Starin' up at the smoke and the flames,
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| And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick,
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| Shoutin' for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road,
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| And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car
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| Closin my eyes and actually prayin',
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| Not to god above, but to you, sayin',
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| Help me girl, help me girl
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| I’ll love you till the end of the world
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| With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
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| Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up,
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| Others are works of inspiration, of poetry,
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| And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
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| To say my last goodbye,
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| To her hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes,
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| Sayin «i gotta go, i gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket
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| Are ready to blow,»
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| In this town of men with big mouths and no guts,
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| The pencil seller’s dog spooked by the explosion
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| And leapin' under my wheels as i careered outta longwood on my way to you,
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| Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue
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| I said thank you girl, thank you girl
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| I’ll love you till the end of the world
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| With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls
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| And with the horses prancin' through the fields,
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| With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield,
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| I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
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| Waitin for me in your dress of blue
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| Thank you girl, thank you girl
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| I’ll love you till the end of the world
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| With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls |