| 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 |