| 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. |