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Song Dance To The Bop - Gene Vincent, The Blue Caps. Well there's a little juke joint on the outside of town. Where the cats pick 'em up and lay 'em down. You get your gal, I'll get mine. And we'll
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Song Crazy Legs - Gene Vincent, The Blue Caps. Well, I got a little woman called Crazy Legs. She's the queen of the teenage crowd. All the cats stuffin' nickels in the ol' jukebox. Just to watch her
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Song Rocky Road Blues - Gene Vincent, The Blue Caps. Well the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long . Ah, this old road is rocky but it won't be rocky long . Well, another man got my baby and gone
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We go to the playground in the winter time. The sun is fading fast. Upon the slides into the past. Upon the swings of indecision in the wintertime In the dimming diamonds. Scattering in the park.
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In Liverpool on Sunday. No traffic on the avenue. The light is pale and thin like you. No sound, down in this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry he's crazy, he's throwing himself. Down
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Watch while the queen. In one false move. Turns herself into a pawn. Sleepy and shaken. And watching while the blurry night. Turns into a very clear dawn Do you love any, do you love none. Do yo
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call on that saint. and the candle that burns. keeping her safe. until her return plaster and paint. holding the fire. a poor woman's saint. holding all man's desire bold little bird. fly away
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Am I an afternoon's pastime?. A thing on a string. To be thrown and retrieved. Like a phone call received. On somebody's birthday. To tease and delight. And then say goodnight. And then just sa
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By day give thanks. By night beware. Half the world in sweetness. The other in fear When the darkness takes you. With her hand across your face. Don't give in too quickly. Find the thing she's e
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I only turned to see. What hand had set this inner field. Alight against the flame I see. The outline of a man against a night Take back your sympathy. I do not need to drink that bitter stuff. I
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I dreamed you were a rich man. And that I had no place to go. I came to you, to see if you would take me in. Through golden curtains you told me, you'd let me know Now you drink for 10 and you smok
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If I had met you on some journey. Where would we be now. If we had met some eastbound train. Through some black sleeping town Would you have worn your silken robes. All made of royal blue?. Would