The smart money’s on Harlow
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And the moon is in the street
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And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
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You’re east of East St. Louis
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And the wind is making speeches
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And the rain sounds like a round of applause
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And napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
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His invisible fiance’s in the mirror
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The band is going home
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It’s raining hammers, it’s raining nails
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It’s true, there’s nothing left for him down here
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time that you love
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And it’s time, time, time
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Well, they all pretend they’re orphans
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And their memory’s like a train
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You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
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And the things you can’t rememeber
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Tell the things you can’t forget
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That history puts a saint in every dream
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Well, she said she’d stick around
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Until the bandages came off
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But these mama boys
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Just don’t know when to quit
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Matilda asks the sailors
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«Are those dreams, or are those prayers?»
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So just close your eyes, son
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This won’t hurt a bit
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time that you love
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And it’s time, time, time
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Well, things are pretty lousy
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For a calendar girl
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The boys just dive right off the cars
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And splash into the street
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And when they’re on a roll
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She pulls a razor from her boot
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And a thousand pigeons
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Fall around her feet
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So put a candle in the window
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And a kiss upon his lips
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As the dish outside the window
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Fills with rain
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Just like a stranger
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With the weeds in your heart
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And pay the fiddler off
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Till i come back again
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time that you love
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time
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And it’s time, time, time that you love
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And it’s time, time, time |