| Johanna drove slowly into the city
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| The Hudson River all filled with snow
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| She spied the ring on His Honor’s finger
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| A thousand years in one piece of silver
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| She took it from his lilywhite hand
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| Showed no fear — she’d seen the thing
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| In the Young Men’s Wing at Sloan-Kettering
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| Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
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| Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
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| Ay-ay-ay-ay
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| Ay-ay-ay
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| His Honor drove southward seeking exotica
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| Down to the Pueblo huts of New Mexico
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| Cut his teeth on turquoise harmonicas
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| Oh-oh-oh
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| I saw Johanna down in the subway
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| She took an apartment in Washington Heights
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| Half of the ring lies here with me But the other half’s at the bottom of the sea
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| Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
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| Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
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| Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
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| Look outside at the raincoats coming, say OH
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| Ay-ay-ay-ay
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| Ay-ay-ay-ay |