Walking down the street honey New Orleans
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I’m gonna slip my note into the pocket of your jeans
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How was I to know turning green on red A
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Waitress in the sky still playing in my head
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Days like these y’know are no one’s fault
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A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt
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Gimme little time to shake up
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I’ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
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Lookin' for the truth
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Walking up the stairs to the second floor
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I’m gonna slip my note into the keyhole of your door
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How was I to know honey right from wrong
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Walk right into this vacant apartment song
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Days like these y’know are no one’s fault
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A bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, a pound of salt
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Gimme little time to shake up
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I’ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
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Lookin' for the truth...lookin' for the....
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Walking down the street honey New Orleans
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I’m gonna slip my hand into the pocket of your dreams
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How was I to know turning light on dark
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Lease it for a year I got a place in Highland Park
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Days like these y’know I feel you’re pain
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A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain
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Gimme little time to shake up
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I’ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
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Without you...around two...without you or with you
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Walking up the stairs to the second door
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We’re gonna leave our ghosts on the polished hardwood floor
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How was I to know honey right from wrong
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Walk right out of this lonely apartment song
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Things like these y’know I feel you’re pain
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A bottle of rhymes a little music box of rain
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Gimme little time to shake up
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I’ll meet you when I finally wake up around two
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Around two...around two...around two...around two
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Apartment Song
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| The Clarks |
