You should wear your red galoshes
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Walking o'er the city pride
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Streets are paved with heaven's pennies
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Gutters full of suicides
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Teddy steadily fell from grace
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Somewhere near Arcadia
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Once she overheard a voice
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That she didn't hear on the radio
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Velvet gloves and country clubs
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Were never going to hold her
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Ringing the necks of silly
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Southern belles
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Who wanted to scold her
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Don't bring me down
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I'm trouble bound
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Blue song
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Red Alert
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Who made Stella Hurt?
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Teddy soon dropped out of sight
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Turned up in another town
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Changed her name for the spotlight
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Singing like a blue bird in a sequin gown
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She finally fell and married well
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But I knew it wouldn't last
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Reversing back into the limelight
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No one ever saw her even half-plastered
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Don't bring me down
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I'm trouble bound
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Blue song
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Red Alert
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Who made Stella Hurt?
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Then she saw those soldier boys
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Throw their bonnets in the air
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Self-made men would pledge their fortunes
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And dream of her
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And dream of her...
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Generals in the commissary opened up a case of wine
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Checked the perfume of the cork
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Said "Made in 1929"...
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They used her up, to raise morale for money
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And Old Glory
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Her voice was shot beyond repair
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But this is not the last act of this story
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The night is black as cracked shellac
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Abandoned in an attic
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Stella is silent as the grave
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Until the needle drags her through the static
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Don't bring me down
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I'm trouble bound
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Blue song
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Red Alert
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Who made Stella Hurt?
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Stella Hurt
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Elvis Costello |