| Last night the street collapsed on itself
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| In fact, it broke right in two
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| And I fell in
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| The strawberry vines
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| Into a pool of strawberry wine
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| Strawberry wine and clouds
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| Burning in the desert, surrounded in flowers
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| But the stems break the armor
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| And the morning comes
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| Until its all just the same things again, oh god
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| Don’t spend too much time on the other side
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| Let the daylight in
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| Before you get old and you can’t break out of it
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| My old friend
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| Cause its getting winter, and if you want any flowers
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| You gotta get your seeds in to the ground
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| And I worry about you
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| Why? |
| because you want me to
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| Can you still have any famous last words
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| If you’re somebody nobody knows
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| I don’t know
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| Somebody go and ask Clair
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| She’s been dead twenty years just look at her hair
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| Strawberry blonde with curls
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| She gets hair done then she gossips
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| With the younger waitress girls at the bar
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| The old Irish Rose
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| Drinking strawberry wine
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| 'Til it comes out her nose
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| She spent too much time on the other side
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| And she forgot to let the daylight in
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| Before you get old you’d better break out of it
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| My old friend
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| Cause its getting winter and if you want any flowers
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| You gotta get your seeds in to the ground
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| And I worry 'bout you
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| Why? |
| because you want me too
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| This fella downtown, he jumped off a bridge
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| He was angry about a letter he received from his friend
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| He fell in
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| To the arms of the most beautiful girl
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| That had ever, ever lived in the history of the world
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| And with nothing left to lose he got screwed
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| He sold his apartment before they made him move
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| Then he jumped straight in
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| To the San Francisco bay
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| Now he lives on Molly’s farm
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| Picking berries all day
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| Don’t spend too much time on the other side
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| Let the daylight in
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| Marty was a kid when he learned to steal boats
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| His dad was a deejay on the radio
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| He fell in
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| To a life of riverboat crime
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| He’s the man you see in prison
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| If you want strawberry wine
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| Strawberry wine and smokes
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| He sent a letter to his friend
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| Explaining one night on coke
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| He and Clair
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| Jumped right in to the strawberry vines
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| And lord knows you get lost
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| On that strawberry wine
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| Don’t spend too much time on the other side
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| Let the daylight in
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| Now I’m getting old and I gotta break out of it
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| My old friend
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| Cause its getting winter and if I want any flowers
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| I gotta get those seeds in to the ground
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| And if you worry about me
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| Don’t bother
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| Why?
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| I’ll be fine
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| I’m just sitting here laughing
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| Little old me and my
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| Strawberry wine |