| Your smile is fading a bit
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| So I ration it
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| Don’t think about it
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| Here where the Mississippi quits
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| Where it’s still got a bit
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| Of Minnesota in it
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| No one will give you a thing these days
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| They’d rather kill it or throw it away
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| You don’t «do» dark American streets so
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| Where’s that leave you and me?
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| The river takes and takes, takes and takes
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| It doesn’t change and only changes
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| See it there in a picture with me
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| There’s a caption beneath
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| «New Orleans is beat»
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| And if New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| If New Orleans is beat
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| Where’s that leave you and me?
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| Where’s that leave you and me?
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| Where’s that leave you and me?
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| Your smile is fading a bit
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| So I ration it
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| Try not to think about it |