One summer evening drunk as hell
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I sat there nearly lifeless.
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An old man in the corner sang,
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Where the water lilies grow.
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On the jukebox Johnny sang,
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About a thing called love.
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And it’s «how are you kid? |
What’s your name?
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And what do you know?»
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In blood and death 'neath a screaming sky
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I lay down on the ground.
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The arms and legs of other men
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Were scattered all around.
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Some prayed and cursed, then cursed and prayed
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And then they prayed some more.
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And the only thing that I could see,
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Was a pair of brown eyes they were looking at me.
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When we got back, labeled parts one to three,
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There was no fairer brown eyes waiting for me.
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And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I’ll go,
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A rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I’ll go,
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And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I’ll go,
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For a pair of brown eyes,
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For a pair of brown eyes.
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I looked at him he looked at me,
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All I could do was hate him.
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While Ray and Philomena sang,
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Of my elusive dream.
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I saw the streams and the rolling hills,
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Where his brown eyes were waiting.
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And I thought about a pair of brown eyes,
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That waited once for me,
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That waited once for me.
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So drunk as hell I left the place,
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Sometimes walking, sometimes crawling.
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A hungry sound came through the breeze,
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So I gave the walls a talking.
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And I heard the sounds of long ago,
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From the old canal.
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And the birds were whistling in the trees,
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Where the wind was gently laughing.
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And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I’ll go,
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A rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I’ll go,
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And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I’ll go,
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For a pair of brown eyes,
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For a pair of brown eyes. |