| Put it in the bucket if the bucket’s there
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| Throw it in the alley, honey, I don’t care
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| Stay beneath the covers in your underwear and throw down
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| Put it in the mail, sail it on the sea
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| Dress it up and send it to the jubilee —
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| I got a woman down in Missouri, I’m gonna go down
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| Take it to the forest and give it a toss
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| Down in the gully, honey, over in the moss
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| Without you, babe, I’m a total loss and a loser
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| Send me an E, call me on the phone
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| Please don’t leave me here all alone
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| Morning comes like the twilight zone, I can’t use her
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| Ain’t it a big one, ain’t it tall
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| Looks about as high as a prison wall
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| Up we climb and down we fall together
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| Over and over and into the blue
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| We say we are but we’re never through
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| I’ve got a big bad thing for you forever
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| Call it impossible, call it a crime
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| Not kissing you is a waste of time
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| It doesn’t scan and it doesn’t rhyme without you
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| Call it a picnic, take it to the park
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| Meet me at the willow along about dark
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| The only song I sing like a meadowlark is about you
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| Fry it up, choke it down, save me some
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| I’m so happy I must be dumb
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| A sparrow at your shoes pecking at the crumbs you’re leaving
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| How do we end what we should begin
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| I don’t even know what town we’re in
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| Please, God, say that it isn’t a sin I’m grieving
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| Yes, it’s a big one, yes, it’s wide
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| Out to the world from deep inside
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| With me, love, oh please abide a while
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| Once again I am on my knees
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| Singing to you in Portuguese
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| It feels like the sky and the wind and the trees are on trial
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| Put it in your laughter, put it in your drink
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| Put all the pretty lies under the sink
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| You always hid me, didn’t you think I was trying?
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| Write it in your journal or prop it in a nook
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| It oughta be illegal when you give me that look
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| Write another chapter at the close of the book I’m dying
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| Mix it with the ashes, throw it on the rocks
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| Hide it in your bra, stuff it in your socks
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| Only you and I could take those walks, oh my dear
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| Wash it all out, throw it in the dryer
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| Put it on the back burner with a low fire
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| Write another song for the lonely choir, just get it out of here
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| Yes, it’s a big one, yes, it’s tall
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| Two little children and one big wall
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| Up we climb and down we fall together
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| You say a gal’s gotta do what a gal’s gotta do
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| Well, just you remember how I love you
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| And that I’ve got a big bad thing for you forever |