| It was not his idea
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| To leave the city after Korea
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| For a Chinese wedding by a circus tent
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| All the time at the foundry
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| Dying in between the boundaries
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| So he left his baby there to pay the rent
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| I see him down by the crumbling seawalls
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| Am I the only one who hears him when he calls?
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| Call me the witch
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| Here to paint the town that time forgot
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| Throwin' the switch
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| To illuminate the isle of forget-me-nots
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| She was married to a merchant marine
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| Who her father thought a philistine
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| Peddling kerosene in a surplus store
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| On a night so clear
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| Seeing that his vessel was near
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| She walked off the end of the pier, lo and behold
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| She says «Sister, can you tell my story?
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| I’m still waiting for some final glory»
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| Call me the witch
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| Here to paint the town that time forgot
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| Throwin' the switch
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| To illuminate the isle of forget-me-nots
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| And out in the rain, I saw the face of Stephen Crane
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| And he says to me, «Thanks for the memories»
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| Made a vow I can never repeat
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| To know the shadows on Madison Street
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| They all know my name and tell me hello
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| Never said I was their boss
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| I’m just livin' in the land of the lost
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| Where the last battalion tossed the coins in the row
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| You can hide in your candy museum
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| With the mail-order bride, but the fog is comin' in
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| Call me the witch
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| Here to paint the town that time forgot
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| Throwin' the switch
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| Here to illuminate the isle of forget-me-nots
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| Call me the witch
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| Oh, call me the witch
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| Ah, call me the witch |