All my saints have taken bribes
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Singing, "Going, going, gone."
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All the angels taken dives
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Leaving you the only one
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If I loose a sequin here and there
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More salt than pepper in my hair
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Can I rely on you when all the songs are through
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To be for me the everthere, everthere?
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Slide into another book
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Now and then laugh out loud
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Throw that very dirty look
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Which says, "Okay, stop staring at me now."
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If I loose the sequence here and there
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Less derring do than quiet care
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Can I rely on you for a good talking to
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To be for me the everthere, everthere?
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If I loose a sequin here and there
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And take my time on every stair
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Can I rely on you when this whole thing is through
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To be for me the everthere, everthere?
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The Everthere
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| Elbow |
