| Can I tell you a secret?
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| About a man from Pennsylvania
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| Do you promise to keep it
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| Locked away in a safe for goodness sake
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| Bah bah bah, bah da da bah bah
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| Bah bah bah, bah bah bah
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| Bah bah bah, bah da da bah bah
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| Bah bah bah, bah bah bah
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| It was never mine to take
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| But I heard it from a thief in Chicago
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| Who stole it from a waitress at the bay
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| Who read it on the lips of a stranger
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| Who learned to write fiction from his mother in Monterey
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| Got a story about a man in Massachusetts
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| And if you ever do meet him
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| You would never know his face from another
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| Baby, he’ll give you a penny
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| For your thoughts and a dime for your story
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| You heard from a thief in Chicago
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| About a man from Pennsylvania
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| It was never mine to take
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| But I heard it from a thief in Chicago
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| Who stole it from a waitress at the bay
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| Who read it on the lips of a stranger
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| It was never mine to take
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| But I heard from a thief in Chicago
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| Who stole it from a waitress at the bay
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| But you read it on the lips of a stranger
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| Who learned to write fiction from his mother in Monterey
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| Can you ever trust what you hear
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| When you play a game of telephone?
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| So I preach it from the pulpit
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| Like you heard a strained note
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| Chased it from God’s own mouth
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| I know He gave it to ya
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| It was never yours to take
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| But I heard it from a thief in Chicago
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| Who stole it from a waitress at the bay
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| Who read it on the lips of a stranger
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| It was never yours to take (yours to take)
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| But I heard from a thief in Chi-town
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| Who stole it from a waitress at the bay
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| Who read it on the lips of a stranger
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| Who learned to write fiction from his mother in Monterey
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| Learned to write fiction from his mother in Monterey |