| Cleopatra Street:
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| Stucco ceiling with stars, stucco ceiling with stars looking over
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| Carpet three inches deep on the formative floors
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| Cleopatra Street:
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| Sidewalk covered in cars, sidewalk covered in cars every summer
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| Memories incomplete, but the feelings were ours
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| So you take two of everything and put it in your measuring cup
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| You can have the joy it brings, think you‘ve got it all sewn up
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| We’re like a chain gang
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| Chipping away at the same thing
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| Cleopatra Street:
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| I walked the same 30 yards, I walked the same 30 yards last October
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| It knocked me off my feet, how we reached for the stars
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| You and ‘Sally' and ‘Steve'
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| Me and ‘Bobby McGee', me and ‘Bobby McGee' taking pictures
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| There’s nothing left to repeat
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| It’ll just have to be
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| So you take two of everything and put it in your measuring cup
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| You can have the joy it brings, think you‘ve got it all sewn up
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| We’re like a chain gang
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| Chipping away at the same thing
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| No one could tell us how we all have to move on now
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| No one ever let us see every side to this divine divide
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| So you take two of everything and put it in your measuring cup
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| You can have the joy it brings, think you‘ve got it all sewn up
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| We’re like a chain gang
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| Chipping away at the same thing
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| Cleopatra Street:
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| Memories incomplete
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| That’ll have to be fine |