| Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
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| Like the seashore clings to the sea
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| Like you’ll never get rid of your shadow
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| Frank, you’ll never get rid of me
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| Let all the others fight and fuss
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| Whatever happens, we’ve got ours
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| Me and my shadow
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| We’re closer than pages that stick in a book
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| We’re closer than ripples that play in a brook
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| Strolling down the avenue
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| Wherever you find him, you’ll find me, just look
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| Closer than a miser or the bloodhounds to Liza
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| Me and my shadow
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| We’re closer than smog when it clings to L. A
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| We’re closer than bobby is to JFK
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| Not a soul can bust this team in two
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| We stick together like glue
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| And when it’s sleeping time
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| That’s when we rise
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| We start to swing
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| Swing to the skies
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| Our clocks don’t chime
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| What a surprise
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| They ring-a-ding-ding!
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| Happy new year!
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| Me and my shadow
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| And now to repeat what I said at the start
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| They’ll need a large crowbar to break us apart
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| We’re alone but far from blue
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| Before we get finished, we’ll make the town roar
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| We’ll make all the late spots, and then a few more
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| We’ll wind up at Jilly’s right after Toot’s Shor
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| Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
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| (here comes the party!)
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| For my shadow and me!
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| Say frank?
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| What is it, sam?
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| Do me a favor?
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| What do you want, now?
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| Would you mind taking it, just one more time?
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| From the top?
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| No! |
| from the ending!
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| Wonderful!
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| And while we are swinging, to mention a few
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| We’ll drop in at Danny’s, the little club too
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| But wind up at Jilly’s, whatever we do
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| Life is gonna be we-wow-whee!
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| (wow!)
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| For my shadow and me!
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| Frank?
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| Oh, forget it sam |