Sweet Thing

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[Verse 1]
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It's safe in the city, to love in 
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a doorway
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To wrangle some screens from the 
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door
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And isn't it me, putting pain in 
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a stranger?
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Like a portrait in flesh, who 
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trails on a leash
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Will you see that I'm scared 
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and I'm lonely?
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So I'll break up my room, and yawn
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 and I
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Run to the center of things,
Where the knowing one says

[Chorus]
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, 
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sweet thing
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If you want it, boys, get it 
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here, thing
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'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap 
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thing, cheap thing

[Verse 2]
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I'm glad that you're older than me
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Makes me feel important and free
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Does that make you smile, isn't 
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that me?
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I'm in your way, and I'll steal 
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every moment
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If his trade is a curse, then I'll 
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bless you
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And turn to the crossroads of 
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hamburgers, and

[Chorus]
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing
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Boys, boys, it's a sweet thing, 
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sweet thing
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If you want it, boys, get it 
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here, thing
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'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap 
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thing, cheap thing

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2. Song: Candidate

[Sax and guitar solo]
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[Verse]
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I'll make you a deal, like any other
 candidate
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We'll pretend we're walking home 
'cause your future's at stake
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My set is amazing, it even smells 
like a street
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There's a bar at the end where I can
 meet you and your friend
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Someone scrawled on the wall "I 
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smell the blood of les tricoteuses"
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Who wrote up scandals in other bars
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I'm having so much fun with the 
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poisonous people
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Spreading rumours and lies and 
stories they made up
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Some make you sing and some make you
 scream
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One makes you wish that you've never
 been seen
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But there's a shop on the corner 
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that's selling paper mache
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Making bulletproof faces, Charlie 
Manson, Cassius Clay
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If you want it, boys, get it here, 
thing
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So you scream out of line "I want 
you! I need you!
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Anyone out there? Any time?"
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Tres butch little number whines 
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"Hey dirty, I want you
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When it's good, it's really good, 
and when it's bad I go to pieces"
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If you want it, boys, get it here, 
thing
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Well, on the street where you live 
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I could not hold up my head
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For I put all I have in another bed
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On another floor, in the back of a 
car
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In the cellar like a church with the
 door ajar
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Well, I guess we must be looking 
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for a different kind
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But we can't stop trying 'til we 
break up our minds
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'Til the sun drips blood on the 
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seedy young nights
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Who press you on the ground while 
shaking in fright
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I guess we could cruise down one 
more time
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With you by my side, it should be 
fine
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We'll buy some drugs and watch a 
band
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Then jump in the river holding hands

3. Song: Sweet thing (reprise)

(Sax solo)
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[Verse]
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If you want it, boys, get it here, 
thing
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'Cause hope, boys, is a cheap 
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thing, cheap thing
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Is it nice in your snow storm, 
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freezing your brain?
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Do you think that your face looks 
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the same?
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Then let it be, it's all I ever 
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wanted
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Its a street with a deal, and a 
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taste
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Its got claws, its got me, its got
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 you