| I say this was no game of chicken
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| You were aiming your best friend
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| That you wear like a switchblade on a chain around your neck
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| I think you picked this up in Mexico from your dad
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| Now its daddy on the booze
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| And Brando on the ice
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| Now it’s Dean in the doorway
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| With one more way he can’t play this scene twice
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| So you drug her down every drag of this forbidden fit of love
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| And you told her to stand tall whet you kissed her
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| But that’s not where you were thinking…
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| How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked?
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| How now look who shows up
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| In the same place
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| In this case
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| I think it’s better
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| To face it ---
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| We belong together
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| We belong together
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| Once Johnny the King made a spit ring
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| And all the skid kids saw a very, very proud man
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| And he entwine her in his finger
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| And she lay there like a baby in his hand
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| And climb upon the rooftop docks lookin' out on the crosstown seas
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| And he wraps his jacket across her shoulders
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| And he falls and hugs and holds her on his knees
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| But a sailor just takes a broad down to the dark end of the fair
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| To turn her into a tattoo
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| That will whisper
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| Into the back of Johnny’s black hair
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| And now Johnny the King walks these streets without her in the rain
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| Lookin' for a leather jacket
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| And a girl who wrote her name forever
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| A promise that ---
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| We belong together
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| We belong together
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| Shall we weigh along these streets
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| Young lions on the lam?
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| Are the signs you hid deep in your heart
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| All left on neon for them?
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| Who are foolish
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| Who are victim
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| Of the sailors and the ducky boys who would
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| Move into your eyes and lips and
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| Every tear
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| That falls down on the neighborhood now
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| I said «Bird, we just gotta tell them»
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| And they turn and ignore us
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| And the only heroes we got left
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| Are written right before us
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| And the only angel who sees us now
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| Watches through each other’s eyes
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| And I can hear him
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| In every footstep’s passing sigh
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| He goes crazy these nights
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| Watching heartbeats go by…
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| And they wisper ---
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| We belong together
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| We belong together |