Lyrics: Myers
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Music: Myers
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Lyrics:
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The moon was drifting over Jordan
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As the street lies under control
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And then she slips into the middle
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Head on, the hour takes it's toll
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With blues from a fountain
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Keep you wishing for a rainy day
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And a sandman sitting
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Giving looks, giving looks that will fade away
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(chorus):
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If you could get yourself straight
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I think that I would like to talk to you
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If you could get yourself straight, straight
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I think that I would like to talk to you
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If you could get yourself straight, straight, straight
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I think that I would like to talk to you
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'Cause talk, talk, talk
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That's all we do
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Will you dance for your lover
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While your brother doesn't know your name
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And in an undercover shot
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Still you talk of what you can't explain
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They say nice change lady
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Hey baby can you spare a dime
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But then you put it in your pocket
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And its off with another line
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(chorus)
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You better believe it
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You better believe it
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You better believe it
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Better go
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Straight
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