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Oh blue days of spring
And I'm thinking about you, baby
The moon and the ring
It was hung up for you, baby

I took my old car
And I rolled down to the station
And I waited in the bar
But I would never see your face again

I could fight in the ring
I could walk on a string
Even grow a moustache for you

The night black as tar
And the band was playing shady
Your eyes full of stars
And you used to shake that thing, little baby
You swung your little shoes
So hard that it could brake the neck of nostalgia
And I spun like a fuse
On a Turkish nuclear powerline

I could fight in the ring
I could walk on a string
Even grow a moustache for you

And now the angels stand all lined up
Bringing everything you want
And you're left like gypsy monroe
I can hear it in my dreams clear as stone

I could fight in the ring
I could walk on a string
Even grow a moustache for you

Well now the angels stand all lined up
Bringing everything you want
And you're left like gypsy monroe
I can hear it in my dreams so clear and strong

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