My baby left this morning with everything I had
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She didn't give me no warning and that's why I feel so bad
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Oh, Anita, Anita, I need some sympathy
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Anita, I love ya, come and sit by me.
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That's a tape that we made but I'm sad to say it never made the grade
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That was me, third guitar, I wonder where the others are.
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Vine Street, we used to live there on Vine Street
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She made perfume in the back of the room
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While me and my group we'd sit out on the stoop
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And we'd play for her the songs she liked best
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To have us play on Vine Street.
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Vine Street, the crack of the back beat on Vine Street
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Swingin' along on the wings of a song
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Lyin' secure, self-righteous and sure
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Why we'd things to say if the people would pay
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To have us play on Vine Street
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Vine St.
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Harry Nilsson |