Candy took a walk
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Deep into Manhattan
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Sold her soul to the devil there
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Now she can't get it back ? no she can't get it back
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She's waiting in a phone booth
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For a man to come save her
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But he's taken every dollar that she made
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And she can't get it back ? no she can't get it back
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Jesus is in heaven and Mary's in the stable
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But Candy's got nowhere to go to sleep
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Her poppa's in the graveyard and her momma's back in Kansas
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Praying to the angels of the weak
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For Candy's soul to keep
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Candy was a boy
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Who never played no ball games
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Missed out on every ride at the fair
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Now she can't get it back ? no she can't get it back
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Candy feels the breeze
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And heads out on the highway
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No one's gonna miss her when she's gone
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No they won't have her back ? no they won't get her back
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Jesus is in heaven and Judas's in jailhouse
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Chasing our poor Candy round the cell
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Where are all the saints and where are all the angels
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Why is every day a living hell ? a living hell
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Now Candy wants to die but can't afford the burial
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Mama doesn't want her and won't pay
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No she won't take her back ? no she won't take her back
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So Candy has a plan
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She'll ride out on the beltway
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Take the road until she dissapears
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And they won't get her back ? no they won't get her back
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She can't get it back ? no she won't get it back
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Can't get it ? don't get it
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Can't get it ? won't get it
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Candygram
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| Leo Sayer |
