All the things
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all the things she gave me
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All the things
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all the things she gave me
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I wrapped them up
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in a big brown box
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Tied it with ribbon
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drove to the docks
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Checked my time
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by the old town clock
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All the things...
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I saw the watchman
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he was blowing into
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Cupped hands
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as he walked to the car
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He said "Where do you think
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you're drivin' to, Son?
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All good folks are in bed
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and a day's work is done"
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I said "I'm just looking for
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someplace to burn
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All the things
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all the things that she gave me...
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All the things that she gave me
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where do I put them?
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Where can I hide them
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where I won't have to see them?"
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It's dark as hell here
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this city's grown cold
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The devil's in drag
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playing poker with souls
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The lots are all empty
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the last man is out
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The moon's made of cheese
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and God is a boy scout
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When I go to sleep
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I'll be dreaming about
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All the things...
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Then I'll dream about churches
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with great tall spires
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Cathedrals and candles
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chimneys and choirs
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I'll dream about
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THAT place
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Where I set fire
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all the things
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All the things that she...
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All the things she gave me
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| The Waterboys |
