| Down on Cyprus Avenue
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| With a childlike vision leaping into view
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| Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
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| Ford & Fitzroy, Madame George
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| Marching with the soldier boy behind
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| He’s much older with hat on drinking wine
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| And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
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| The cool night air like Shalimar
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| And outside they’re making all the stops
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| The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
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| Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
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| Happy taken Madame George
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| That’s when you fall
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| Whoa, that’s when you fall
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| Yeah, that’s when you fall
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| When you fall into a trance
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| A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
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| With your folded arms and history books you glance
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| Into the eyes of Madame George
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| And you think you found the bag
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| You’re getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
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| In the corner playing dominoes in drag
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| The one and only Madame George
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| And then from outside the frosty window raps
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| She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it’s the cops
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| And immediately drops everything she gots
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| Down into the street below
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| And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
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| Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
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| And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow
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| Say goodbye to Madame George
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| Dry your eye for Madame George
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| Wonder why for Madame George
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| And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music,
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| dancing, music all around the room
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| And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all
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| So cold
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| And as you’re about to leave
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| She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves
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| And the gloves to love to love the gloves…
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| To say goodbye to Madame George
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| Dry your eye for Madame George
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| Wonder why for Madame George
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| Dry your eyes for Madame George
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| Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
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| In the backstreet, in the back street
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| Say goodbye to Madame George
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| In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
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| Down home, down home in the back street
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| Gotta go Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye…
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| Say goodbye to Madame George
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| And the loves to love to love the love
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| Say goodbye
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| Oooooo
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| Mmmmmmm
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| Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George
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| Dry your eye for Madame George
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| Wonder why for Madame George
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| The love’s to love the love’s to love the love’s to love…
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| Say goodbye, goodbye
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| Get on the train
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| Get on the train, the train, the train…
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| This is the train, this is the train…
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| Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye…
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| Get on the train, get on the train… |