| Hazy maze, you’ve must come from the valley of the dolls
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| The one that some folks never leave
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| Are you a child of wonder?
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| And are there any others from any lovers never chease?
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| When the drifters have gone to sleep, and the fog sits up so deep
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| And I can’t find my way
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| That’s when I heard for the Green Street stairs
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| And start climbing till the mist, it clears
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| It’s there I see my meridian like Rocky is to Gideon and Hazy Maze
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| Hazymaze, you’ve must come from West Virginia
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| Some place where songs are always sung
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| Where poets Hem and Haw trip the light of fall
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| And the moon confesses what he’s done
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| And what he’s done is not so low
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| He cleared a path for you to go
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| When you were on your way
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| To be a girl with hearts on her knees
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| Doing cartwheels in front of the screen
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| We see your shadow on the movie in Delores and before us in Hazy Maze
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| Hazymaze you’ve must have come from the top of San Francisco
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| Like Rigby and Roosewelt
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| Hazymaze you’ve must stayed up all night singing
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| When your heard the mission bell
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| Hazymaze you’ve come from some far-reaching outpost
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| On the Golden Gate you climbed
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| All your dreams, don’t let them fall
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| To all the waters far below
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| Playing lonely with the tide |