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Meet me down by the jetty landing. Where the the pontoons bump and spray. I see the others reading, standing. As the Manly Ferry cuts it's way to Circular Quay. Hear the Captain blow his whistle.
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I said-a beau-tiful people. They've got a Robert Palmer t'shirt in their travel bag. Beau-tiful people. They've got a price upon their hea-ea-ead. I said-a beau-tiful people. Have got some friend
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LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MOUNTAIN HOME. WHERE ALL THE LADIES NAMES ARE JOAN. WHERE HUSBANDS WORK BACK LATE AT NIGHT. HOPES ARE UP FOR TROUSERS DOWN. WITH HOSTESS ON A BUSINESS FLIGHT. TAXI IN A M
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Several of my friends take cover. I'd be sure, beware the certain lover. She's cool, she's you, It's oh such rue that she's done to you. Steady yet baby, we'll be ready. Sometimes I find my feet u
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I left my heart back in the orient. Down on bali bays. It's not the way that i should feel. But it's the way i'm going to stay. Lonely, lonely. Chasing you all round the world. Wrong way, wrong
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Let me tell you bout two young lovers that lived down the coast. She was such a pretty thing, and man what a host. Come evenin time she sets the table for rour. Some friends are commin round tonigh
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Convict state. It just don't rate. He want to get higher. Apple Isle, the inbred smile. He's going to get by'a. His mother's hand. He could not stand. He left for the islands. To fish and hunt
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You think it's going alright. You think it's going fine girl. You think there's nothing in it for you. I hope you don't. I hope you don't mind. Gonna get you come around baby. Wanna see you thro
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Wanna tell you 'bout my Frenda. He got hit by a Fender. But he'll soon be on the menda. He's of the male genda Glad to see that he's on his way. He's not for Buriel today Because he's in. he's in
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I said, hey, do you remember. Where we used to sit?. All them summer rubber-necks kept coming. To panel-van street. We just yacht club dancing, city girls were rich. I'm going to sneak out my win
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I'm just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose. I'm in a overcoarted way. A poet in a garret. You know some people say. Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl. I'm with the other lean
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Ain't nothing like the windy city. Where the station-wagon died. Where the wild dogs meet the fences. And the horsemen, fences ride. Where the flatlands become flatlands. And the caravans collide
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We went a walkin out in the sun. We got to talkin havin some fun Sure feels right. Sure feels good. Get to go a little crazy. It's understood We went a drivin out in the rain. Old folks arrivin l
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City sleeps, taxi sweeps. Avenue of broken dreams. No-one calls the angel falls. Alice is in wonderland White man dance heat romance. Neon fashion chatter. Alice is in clubland Wo-oh-oh-oh while
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I am guerilla with a jungle language. A jungle Jimmy with a jungle jeans. I keep-a loose with battle fatigue. Gimme gimme jungle scenes. I wanna do some mid-east cruisin. Meet an arab sheik with
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Shirt tails falpping in the wind. waiting for my train to come in. Ticket reads like a faithful friend. Run the gamut back again. Rounds completed there's no more crowds. Towel around my neck-it'
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