guilty undertaker sighs
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lonely organ grinder cries
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silver saxophones say i,
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i should refuse you
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cracked bells and washed out horns
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blow into my face with scorn
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it's not that way
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i wasn't born to lose you
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i want you
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i want you
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darling, i want you
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so bad
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drunken politicians leap
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onto the street where mothers weep
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and saviors who are fast asleep
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they wait for you
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and i'll wait for them to interrupt me
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drinking from my broken cup
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and ask me
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to open up the gate for you
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i want you
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i want you
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darling, i want you
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so bad
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i want you
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darling, i want you, oh
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oh, i want you
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oh, so bad
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now all my fathers, they've gone down
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true love, they've been without it
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and all their daughters, they still put me down
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'cause i think about it
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i will return to the queen of spades
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talk with my chamber maid
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she knows that i'm not afraid to look at her
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she's good to me
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there's nothing she don't see
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she knows where i would rather be
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but that doesn't matter
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your dancing child with his chinese suit
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he spoke to me, i stole his flute
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no, i wasn't that cute to him
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was i?
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i did it though because he lied
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because he took you for a ride
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because time was on his side
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because, i want you
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darling, i want you
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i want you
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oh, i want you
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i want you
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so bad
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oh, don't joke with me now, baby
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i want you
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i want you
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let's go home
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i want you...
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I Want You
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| Sophie B. Hawkins |
