Tonalité : F major
Verse 1
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I was nineteen when I came to town,
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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 steedmean
down on Caldron Street,
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And I fell in love with a longer girl
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who's working next to me
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She was a rare thing,
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wide as beeswings
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So fine a breath of wind might blow her away
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She was a lost child, she was running wild
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She says as long as
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there's no price on love
And you wouldn't want me
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any other way
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Around her zigzag round face
and a look of half 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,
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hey, I'm not the factory kind
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If you don't take me out of here,
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I'll surely lose my mind
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She was a rare thing,
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fine as a bead's wing
So fine a breath of wind
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might blow her away
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She was a lost child, she was running wild
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She says as long as there's no
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price on love I'll stay
And you wouldn't bug me
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any other way
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We bussed around the market towns
and we picked fruit down in Kent
And we could tinker knives
and pans
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and pots wherever we went
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And I said that we might settle down
and get a few acres dug
Fire burning in the hearth
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and babies on the rug
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She said, oh man, you foolish man,
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it surely sounds like hell
You might be the lord of half the world
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But you'll not own me as well
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She was a rare thing,
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five's a bee's wing
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So a fine breath of wind might blow away
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She was a lost child,
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she was running wild
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She says as long as there's
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no price on love I'll stay
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You wouldn't want me any other
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way
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We were counting down the gown time,
the work was pretty good
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She thought we shouldn't
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wait for the frost
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I thought maybe we should
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And we were drinking more in those days
And tempers they reached a pitch
And like fool I let her run
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With a rambling itch
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She was a rare thing
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Fine as beeswings
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So fine a breath the wind might blow away
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She was a lost child
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She was running wild
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But she says as long as there's no
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price on love I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me
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any other way
The last I heard she was sleeping out
back on the Derby beat
A white horse in her hip pocket
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and all found at her feet
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And they say she even married once
a man named Romney Brown
But even a gypsy caravan
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was too much settling down
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She was a rare thing,
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fine as a bee's wing
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So fine a breath of wind might blow away
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She was a lost child,
Em
she was running wild
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She says as long as there's no
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price on love I'll stay
And you wouldn't want me
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any other way
They say flowers faded now,
hard weather and hard booze
But maybe that's the price
you pay
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for the chains you refuse
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Sheep is a rare thing,
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fine as a bee's wing
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And I miss her more than words could say
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If I could just taste all
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of her wildness now
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If I could hold her in my arm
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s today
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I wouldn't want her any
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other way
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You
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