(Verlaine)
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oh, sure... i remember rosie... who could
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forget... she was working for sammy the fool wasn't
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she... some kind of counterfeit business down in Tucson...
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I think so...
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say who's the paintjob in the pink silk sack... she sure
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is looking well informed... rosie took my sleeve... said:
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Leave that alone...that young thing ain't never been born
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she said shut up, listen... at 4 a.m. I'll be back in San
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Antone... at 4th and 12th street mister I don't want to
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leave alone. Rosie told me never forget, when they get
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spiteful they always do their best. So are we over,
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are we across or are we double once again. Rosie told
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me it's tictactoe... she just gotta collect her dividends
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she said shut up... listen... at 4 a.m. I'll back in San
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Antone...
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Rosie Rosie... the violets bloom... no curtains hanging
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in her room. she told me: carrying all this stuff around just
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keeps me out of place... one more drop and I'm thru.
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Rosie Rosie... l remember well. Just one more drop she said...
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one more drop
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At 4 A.M.
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| Tom Verlaine |
