| Me and my calico girlfriend
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| Starting a set of new rules
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| Watching the stars as they drop in
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| Making the night time a fool
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| Wandering over a roadway
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| Changing the signs of the times
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| Looking for love and a new day
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| Seeing with more than our eyes
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| Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
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| Keeper of men and of shadows
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| Follow us up to the top
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| Taking the latch off the window
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| Giving us more than we’ve dropped
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| Me and my calico girlfriend
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| Suddenly stare at the face
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| Of time and its hopes that we’ll win
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| Then softly drop out of the race
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| Ya-da-da-na-na-na-na da-dum
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| Steal away
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| Oh, goin' back to Rhode Island
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| Going way back, back to Rhode Island
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| Shaking maracas in Rhode Island
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| Maybe go to Providence, Rhode Island
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| Dancing with a girl with fruit on her head in Rhode Island
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| Rhode Island, Rhode Island, Rhode Island
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| Fruit on her head and cork wedgies
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| Across the floor
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| Across the floor in Rhode Island
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| I’m gonna be playing Rhode Island |