| Adelaide
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| The stars within your eyes
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| Like marmalade beneath a summer sky
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| Your fare is paid
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| From Monticello, Maine
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| Adelaide, they sing the same; |
| refrain, refrain, refrain
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| «Spread your wings and sail the seven seas
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| The future is blest
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| For those who sell their souls and all the rest»
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| Adelaide
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| In January’s wake
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| New Years Day, «an innocent mistake»
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| As they say
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| With thumbs in purple pies
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| Adelaide, they spin the spun; |
| reprise, reprise, reprise
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| «Spread your wings and sail the seven seas
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| The future is blest with me by your side
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| Migrate west, young child
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| The Queen of the Nile
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| The future is blest
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| For those who sell their souls with all the rest»
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| Adelaide
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| Stars fade away
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| And your skin to grey
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| Red lips ruse
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| You amuse
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| With your listless smile and your leopard style
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| Adelaide
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| If all the world’s a stage
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| Adelaide
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| How long will you remain?
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| Adelaide
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| The same from age to age
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| Adelaide
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| A shade away from sane, insane, insane
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| Tell me
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| How does it feel?
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| With dusk drawing near
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| Upon your «career»
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| The sadness in your eyes
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| Summers nights gone by
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| A luckless dreamers past
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| The luster never lasts
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| There’s one thing left to do
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| Ooooo
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| My red-lipped ruse
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| To kiss the hands of fools |