I had my dream
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I held your hand
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On that broad avenue
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We crossed the road
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And never spoke
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To another as we flew
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We left your man
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Alone in drag
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Laughing there at us
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A romantic bust
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A blunder turned
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Explosive blunderbuss
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An ancient grand hotel of Persian thread and ivory
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And when your man would turn his head I'd see you look at me
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Pools of brown and sea of red
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And demons in your pocket
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That same romance
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Performed a dance
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Inside your silver locket
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Da da da da
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Da da da da
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A corner exit not tall enough
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To walk out standing straight
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Designed by men so ladies
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Would have to lean back in their gate
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You grabbed my arm and left with me
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But you were not allowed to
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You took me to a public place
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To quietly blend into
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Such a trick pretending not to be
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Doing what you want to do
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But seems like everybody does this
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Every waking moment
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I laid you down and touched you
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Like the two of us both needed
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Safe to say that others might not
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Approve of this and pleaded
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a˘ć©«So selfish thema˘ć? would be their cry
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And who'd be brave to argue?
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Doin' what you people need
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Is never on the menu
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Da da da da
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Da da da da
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Blunderbuss
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| Jack White |
