| Crescent city, crescent city, oh
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| Half way to where I’m going to
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| I pass you by and then who knows?
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| The next I know, you’re my pretty rose
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| Laughing, laughing, but crying home
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| When will I next see who I’ll, wondering soul
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| And there’s a mad man on the reef
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| He’s praying for some sweet relief
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| Sits down and he thinks
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| When that cousin boom goes pink? |
| (???)
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| Like laughing, like laughing,
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| But they know, what is dust to dust like you
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| Oh, whom, I’m wandering, so
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| Looking at the moon, but I’m thinking of the sun
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| No, looking at the moon, but I’m thinking of the sun
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| Looking at the moon, but I’m thinking of the sun
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| If I could choose, I’d become dust
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| Eyes like foreign smack our rest (???)
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| To the wind lake in air (?), when I travel
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| Far from here
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| Like laughing, like laughing,
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| Like crying all over
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| What is dust to dust like you
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| Might have a soul
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| Crescent city, crescent city, oh
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| Half way to where I’m going to
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| I pass you by and then who knows?
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| The next I know, you’re my pretty rose |