When the great collector found her
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She was just a girl
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She rang a chord inside him
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And he stole her to the centre of his world
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Many wished they could be in her shoes
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But she surely did know how to have the blues
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He tried to make a star of her
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She never did know why
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And though she could have told him
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There were some things that his money couldn't buy
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She never knew a way to refuse
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But she surely did know how to have the blues
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They say tomorrow's such a long, long time
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They say tomorrow never comes
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Whatever happened to this dream of mine
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Count the days as they run
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He built himself a castle
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On a hill above a bay
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Where Marion the Chatelaine
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Charmed every single one who came to stay
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Some never knew, while others read the clues
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That she surely did know how to have the blues
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They say tomorrow's such a long, long time
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They say tomorrow never comes
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Whatever happened to this dream of mine
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Count the days as they run
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When all the parties ended
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In the castle on the hill
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The paintings and the statues stood alone
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And all the corridors grew still
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She got caught between the shadows and the booze
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And she surely did know how to have the blues
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Marion The Chatelaine
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| Al Stewart |
