Fate dances on a pliable line
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That keeps love apart
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From all that enmity bear
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He feels the ache of her effulgent heart
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And so resolves to disappear
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And so I carry on to Bayonne
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Where my anatomy could
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Sooner find alacrity to set me apart
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From it all
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For feeling far too much too young
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You slip
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And put another rubber bullet
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In my back again
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You slip, you slip
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Always be suspicious
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When they put their arms around you
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And tell you they're delighted to see you
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You slip
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And put another rubber bullet
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In my back again
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You slip, you slip
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Bayonne
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Little Comets |