| Look at that over there
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| It’s the moon in the sky
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| Cutting holes for my footsteps in the night
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| Was an old dancing bear
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| Now he’s shot through the side
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| And nobody surrounds him when he dies
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| He was living on the edge of a knife
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| She said, «Come on down to see me more than
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| Just once in a while
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| Come on down
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| And never tell your wife»
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| It’s the baddest part of town
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| You can’t help but rattle down
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| When you’re living on the edge of a knife
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| Oh, the light and thn it fades
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| It blinds us all to yesterday
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| It blows th kisses
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| From my face
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| Look at that over there
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| It’s your old man in a chair
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| With a whiskey and cigarette carefully lights
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| Was an old dancing bear
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| Now he’s shot through the side
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| And nobody surrounds him when he dies
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| He was living on the edge of a knife
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| Oh, the light and then it fades
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| It blinds us all to yesterday
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| It blows the kisses
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| From my face
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| Oh, the light and then it fades
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| It blinds us all to yesterday
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| It blows the kisses
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| From my face
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| Oh, the light and then it fades
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| It blinds us all to yesterday
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| It blows the kisses
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| From my face |