(Winwood/Capaldi)
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If you see something that looks like a star
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Shooting up out of the ground
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And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
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And you can't escape from the sound
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Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
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We were children once, playing with toys
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And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound
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Of the low spark of high-heeled boys
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High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
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If you had just a minute to breathe
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And they granted you one final wish
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Would you ask for something like another chance?
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Or something similar as this?
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Don't worry too much
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It'll happen to you
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As sure as your sorrows are joys
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And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
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The low spark of high-heeled boys
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The percentage you're paying is too high priced
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While you're living beyond all your means
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And the man in the suit has just bought a new car
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From the profit he's made on your dreams
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But today you just read that the man was shot dead
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By a gun that didn't make any noise
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And it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was
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The low spark of high-heeled boys
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High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
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High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
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If I gave you everything that I owned
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And asked for nothing in return
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Would you do the same for me as I do for you?
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Or take me for a ride
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Strip me of everything including my pride
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But spirit is something no one destroys
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And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
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The low spark of high-heeled boys
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High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
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High-heeled boys, high-heeled boys
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The Low Spark Of High-Heeled Boys
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Rickie Lee Jones |