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JONI MITCHELL
It was a rainy night We took a taxi to your mother's home She went to Florida and left you With your father's gun, alone Upon her small white bed I fell into a dream You sat up all the night and watched me To see, who in the world I might be I am from the Sunday school I sing soprano in the upstairs choir You are a holy man On the F.M. radio I sat up all the night and watched thee To see, who in the world you might be. You called me beautiful You called your mother-she was very tanned So you packed your tent and you went To live out in the Arizona sand You are a refugee From a wealthy family You gave up all the golden factories To see, who in the world you might be
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