| February rain smoky mountain fire
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| Like a hummingbird to cane
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| Just following desire
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| Watch the firelight
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| Throw shadows across the room
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| Many miles away
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| Not far from cannery row
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| He beats on his guitar
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| And does his little show
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| And all the people say
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| You got balls to play the game this way
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| It’s one in a million
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| So he fills all the holes
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| With good wine from mussel sholes
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| And the cencemillian
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| These streets were bound to cross
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| Maybe lifetimes ago
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| Whenever innocence is lost
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| We got a long way to go
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| We got a long way
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| Watch the firelight throw
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| Shadows across the room
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| And on a rainy night
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| Two lovers held each other tight
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| In the moonlight (he felt so good in her arms)
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| In the moonlight (he felt so good in her arms)
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| In the moonlight (he felt so good in her arms) |