i've got a little piece of paper with your name written on it
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got a head full of attitude and nowhere to put it
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tell me why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue
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why don't you come down
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soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of rue morgue avenue
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well there's a chapel on the corner where i'm doing my crying
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there's a limit to my patience, what d'ya say fay let's get married
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down on rue morgue avenue
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they say the world keeps on turning, and everything remains the same
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well my heart's burning and i say everything must change
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why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue
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why don't you come down
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soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of rue morgue avenue
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rue morgue avenue
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rita mae, tell your sister she's unkind
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tell your sister well, i don't mind
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tell your sister, she's got mine
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why don't you come down
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soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground
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i got a four letter word, starts with the letter l
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can't bring myself to say it 'cause it's making my life hell
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why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue
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'cause i've been drinking all night and all day
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just trying to picture your sweet face
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down on rue morgue avenue
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down on rue morgue avenue
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down on rue morgue avenue
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rita mae, tell your sister she's unkind
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tell your sister well, i don't mind
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tell your sister, she knows where, where i lie
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down on rue morgue avenue
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down on rue morgue avenue
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down on...
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down on rue morgue avenue
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down on rue morgue avenue
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Tell Your Sister
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| Lloyd Cole |
