(Tom Petty)
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It didn't feel like Sunday
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Didn't feel like June
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When he met his silent partner in that lonely corner room
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That over looked the marquee
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Of the Plaza all-adult
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And he was not lookin' for romance
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Just someone he could trust
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(Chorus)
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And it wasn't no way to carry on
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It wasn't no way to live
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But he could put up with it for a little while
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He was workin' on something big
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Speedball rang the night clerk
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Said, "Send me up a drink"
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The night clerk said "It's Sunday man,...wait a minute
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Let me think
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There's a little place outside of town that might
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Still have some wine"
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Speedball said, "Forget it, can I have an outside line?
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(Chorus)
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It was Monday when the daymaids
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Found the still made bed
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All except the pillows that lay stacked
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Up at the head
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And one said, "I know I've seen his face
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I wonder how he is?
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The other said, "Probably just another clown
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Workin' on something big"
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Something Big
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| Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers |
