| «All hope abandon, ye who enter here»
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| Said the sign I read that was hanging above her bed
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| And the siren’s all willing
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| But a man can’t ignore the signs
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| You gotta keep a good eye on the winding road ahead
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| And my first sin was a young American girl
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| And my first sin was a young American girl
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| And I spent time 'neath the trestles
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| With the punks and the dimestore saints
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| We kept faith and a switchblade tucked beneath my coat
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| And I ran with dirty angels
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| Slept out in the rain
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| We were scared and tired and barely seventeen
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| And my first sin was the fear that made me old
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| And my first sin was the fear that made me old
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| And now I walk down by the shipyards
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| Near the place where I was born
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| Saying, «Oh Maria, if you’da known me when»
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| But she only smiles by the light on the Navesink Banks
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| Saying, «Listen baby, I know you now»
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| Then she steps into the river
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| And I just stand by the moon
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| Thinking 'bout a ghost I hear at night
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| And she says, «Your first sin was a lie you told yourself.
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| «And your first sin was a lie you told yourself.» |