Written by Skip Battin and Kim Fowley
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I ran to tunnel of love
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You were no longer sparking clean
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Well my boat got stuck in the fog
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Here I used to go swim in the stream
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The gates of the tunnel came closed
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Whoa my ghost was standing there by the door
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So I splashed back out to the street
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Nothing was there anymore
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Oh, the water was floating with graves
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Where cotton candy should be
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And get this
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And girls in black robes were dancing around
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And touching their fingers to me
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Oh I blackened my windows with soot
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And sandbagged the doors real good
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And didn't emerge from hiding
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Until the fallout was through
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Oh, the water was floating with graves
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Where cotton candy should be
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And get this
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And girls in black robes were dancing around
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And touching their fingers to me
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And touching their fingers to me
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And touching their fingers to me
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And touching their fingers to me
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Tunnel Of Love
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| The Byrds |
