| The guilty undertaker sighs
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| The lonely organ grinder cries
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| The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
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| The cracked bells and washed-out horns
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| Blow into my face with scorn
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| But it’s not that way
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| I wasn’t born to lose you
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| I want you, I want you
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| Oh so bad
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| Baby, I want you
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| Once a politician leaves
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| Upon the street where mothers weep
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| The saviours who are fast asleep
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| They wait for you
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| And I wait for them to interrupt
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| Me drinkin from my broken cup
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| And askin me to open up the gate for you
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| Woh baby I want you
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| I want you
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| I want you
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| Oh, so bad
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| Baby I want you
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| Now all my fathers, they’ve gone down
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| True love they’ve been without it
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| But all their daughters put me down
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| 'Cause I don’t think about it
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| Baby I want you
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| Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
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| He spoke to me, I took his flute
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| No, I wasn’t very cute to him now was I
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| I did it because he lied
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| Because he took you for a ride
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| And because time was on his side
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| And because I want you, baby I want you
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| I want you |