Тональность: Eb major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I was nineteen when I came to town
They called it the summer of love
They were burning babies, burning flags,
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the hawks against the doves
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I took a job in a steamer
down on Calderon Street
And I fell in love with a laundry girl
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who was working next to me
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She was a rare thing,
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So fine the breath of wind
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She was a lost child,
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and she was runnin' wild
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She said, as long as there's
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no price on love, stay
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And you wouldn't want me any oth
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er way
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Brown hair, zig -zag round her face,
and a look of love surprise
Like a fox caught in the headlights,
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there was animal in her eyes
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She said, young man,
oh can't you see,
I'm not the factory kind
If you don't take me out of here,
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I will surely lose my mind
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She was a rare thing,
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So fine that I might crush her
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She was a lost child,
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and she was running wild
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She said, as long as there's
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no prize on my palm, stay
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An d he wouldn't want me any other way
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We busked around the market towns
and picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker lumps
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and pots and knives wherever we went
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And I said that we might settle down,
get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the heart
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and babies on the rug
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She said, oh man, you foolish man,
surely sounds like hell
You might be lord of half the world,
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you're not on me as well
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She was a rare flame,
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fine as a bee's wing
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So fine a breath of wind
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might blow her away
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She was a lost child,
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and she was runnin' wild
She said, as long as there's
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no prize on the ball, stay
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And you wouldn't want me
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any other way
We were camping down the
Gower one time,
the work was pretty good
She thought we shouldn't
wait for the frost
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and I thought maybe we should
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We were drinking more in those days
and tempers reached a pitch
And like a fool I let her run
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with a rambling edge
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Oh, the last I heard she's
sleepin' rough
Back on the Derby beat
White horse in her hip pocket
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And a wolfhound at her feet
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And they say she even married once
A man named Romany Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
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was too much settling down
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And they say a flower is faded now,
hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's just the price you pay
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for the chains you refuse
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Oh, she was a rare thing,
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fine as a bee's wing
And I miss her more
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than other words could say
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If I could just taste all of her wildness now
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If I could hold her in my arms today
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Then I wouldn't want her any other way
Outro 1
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