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By Jane Siberry, Gimme, gimme, gimme
Gimme, gimme, gimme
You call that hard?
You call this
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By Jane Siberry, I was dreaming in the steam room
Everything was so clear
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By Jane Siberry, The outline of the city, the sheerness of its height
I
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By Jane Siberry, I know there's a place that you call your own
And
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By Jane Siberry, You watch the slow train moving through the city late
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By Jane Siberry, So I go down to the lobby
And everybody stares
They say
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By Jane Siberry, sun shine on the moon shine on the lake
moon shine
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By Jane Siberry, I reached the desert as the sun was rising
On the
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By Jane Siberry, Ogwen--Bessie's gone
Bessie's gone away
I looked in the high meadow
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By Jane Siberry, We're going to the seashore
Gonna burst upon the brine
From a
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By Jane Siberry, the squirrel crossed the road
like a ribbon on a fan
and
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By Jane Siberry, One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in
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By Jane Siberry, It's clear to me now
I understand
A jump of cards in
An
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By Jane Siberry, I live in the hills
You live in the valleys
And all
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By Jane Siberry, In the summertime, on the sidewalk here, I see a
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By Jane Siberry, Sail ho heave ho come on let go
Your time on
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By Jane Siberry, Waitress
Waitress
Waitress
I have to clear your table
So I wipe it, it's
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By Jane Siberry, The walking and constantly
An endless stream of endless dreams
That wheel
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By Jane Siberry, The water is wide, I can't cross o'er
And neither have
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By Jane Siberry, there's a red leaf
that falls from a purple tree
it falls
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By Jane Siberry, All I said was--why are you so fat
If you don't
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By Jane Siberry, will you wipe the flour from your hands
and look this
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By Jane Siberry, I hate to see you go
You're goin' up the loggin'
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By Jane Siberry, Gotta get off, gonna get
Have to get off from this
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By Jane Siberry, Can you see who it might be?
Tell old man to
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By Jane Siberry, I wouldn't call it dark, one spade, three spades
I wouldn't
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By Jane Siberry, look at me, babe, look at me
am I special or
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By Jane Siberry, What child is this who's laid to rest
On Mary's lap
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By Jane Siberry, What is this lovely fragrance stealing?
Shepherds that fills the winter
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By Jane Siberry, When last I was a fisherman
I'd watch the storms rise