(Verlaine)
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Well there was something in that look of yours
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Something like a play on words.
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I see your horse, he's reared up his head
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Could it be something he's read?
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Now, we must say adieu
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I'll send a postcard from Waterloo
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You always said that I'd really like the view.
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Oh, those great plains so quiet and still
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Tell me who belongs and I'll tell you who will.
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We stood apart from everything
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where no wind blows, no birds sing.
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So now we must say adieu
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I'll send a postcard from Waterloo
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You always said that I'd really like the view.
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And now you ask me do I need a shield
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What I need is an open field.
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l recall the actor's advice
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That nothing happens until it happens twice,
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So now we must say adieu
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I'll send a postcard from Waterloo
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You always said that I'd really like the view.
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Postcard From Waterloo
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| Tom Verlaine |
