| The wind was driving in my face
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| The Smell of Prickly Pear
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| (My rival, show me my rival)
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| The milk truck eased into my space
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| Somebody screamed somewhere
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| I struck a match against the door
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| Of Anthony’s Bar and Grill
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| I was the whining stranger
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| A fool in love
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| With time to kill
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| I’ve got detectives on his case
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| They filmed the whole charade
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| (My rival, show me my rival)
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| He’s got a scar across his face
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| He wears a hearing aid
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| Sure, he’s a Jolly roger
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| Until he answers for his crimes
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| Yes, I’ll match him whim for whim now
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| I still recall when I first held
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| Your tiny hand in mine
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| (My rival, show me my rival)
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| I loved you more than I can tell
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| But now it’s stomping time
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| Sure he’s a Jolly roger
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| Until he answers for his crimes
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| Yes, I’ll match him whim for whim now |