I was talking to Chuck
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In his ... dark suit, in his wizard tie
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I've spoke of his movie, and how I was making a sunshine.
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We've spoke of kids on the coast
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And different types of organic souls
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And the way suicides don't leave notes,
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Then we've spoke with the rain
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Always back to the rain!
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I was speaking to Phil, I was giving the pills
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The small days and...
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You're giving them all, since his last crack carried...
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We've spoke of movies and verse
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And the way an actress held the purse
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And the way life at times could get worse
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Then we've spoke with the rain
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Always back to the rain!
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Hook:
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She's a wild a child, and nobody can get to her
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She's a wild a child, and nobody can get to her
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Sleeping on the street, living all alone
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Without a hustle, a heart, and then she asks you, please
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Hey baby, can I have some spare change,
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Can I break your heart?
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She is a wild child, she is a wild child!
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I was talking to Betty, about her additions,
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How they made her ill.
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Life at the theater, certainly fought with many spills and chills
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She come down after some wine,
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It's what happens most of the time
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And we sat and both spoke in rhymes,
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Then we've spoke with the rain
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Always back to the rain!
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I was talking to Eddie... our mutual friend
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He thought it was funny, I had no money to spend on him.
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So we both shared a piece of sweet cheese
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And sang about lives and our dreams
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And how things could come a part of the....
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And then we talked to the rain
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Always back to the rain!
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Hook:
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She's a wild a child, and nobody can get to her
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She's a wild a child, and nobody can get to her
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Sleeping on the street, living all alone
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Without a hustle, a heart, and then she asks you, please
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Hey baby, can I have some spare change,
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Can I break your heart?
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She is a wild child, she is a wild child!
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Wild Child
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Joseph Arthur |