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One day I found myself walking
Guess I was looking for a new start
Picked up a pack of cigarettes
For my friend Juliet, I smoke cigars
I guess she got me thinking
Should I be leaving before I grow old
And get myself out of here
And find a place to call my own

I'm gonna put my hands in the pocket
Hit rock bottom
and ask her if she wants to come
We got ten dollars each, a train to reach
And we'll never be coming home

But, I don't quite know what I'm aiming for
You never know what happens,
when you open the door
But, it ain't never gonna be worse than this
I don't want you for a girl friend
i want you to be my Mrs.

Hey, why don't you marry me
I can't see you with no other
I wanna be your man and your lover
So I can get your kisses for free
The best girls are always hard to get
Oh, but you're my Juliet

After a while darkness falls
I've been walking for hours
Thinking of that face of yours
A man can never wish for more
But he can always dream
'til his mind is sore

But now, my lights are blinking
My ship is sinking in your storm
I know I'm gonna walk her
Some day I'm gonna walk her home

I'm gonna put my hands in the pocket
Hit rock bottom
and ask her if she wants to come
We got ten dollars each, a train to reach
And we'll never be coming home

But, I don't quite know what I'm aiming for
You never know what happens,
when you open the door
But, it ain't never gonna be worse than this
I don't want you for a girl friend
i want you to be my Mrs.

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