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\beginsong{Piazza, New-York catcher}[by=Belle \& Sebastian,cov=juno]
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\cover
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\gtab{Fa#}{2:022100}
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\gtab{Si}{7:022100}
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\gtab{Sol#m}{4:022000}
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\gtab{Ré#m}{6:X02210}
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\gtab{Do#}{4:X02220}
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\beginverse
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\[Fa#]Elope with me Miss Private and we'll \[Si]sail around the \[Fa#]world
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\[Sol#m]I will be your Ferdinand and \[Re#m]you my wayward girl
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How \[Sol#m]many nights of talking in ho\[Do#]tel rooms can you take?
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How \[Sol#m]many nights of limping round on \[Do#]pagan holidays?
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Oh e\[Si]lope with me in private and we'll \[Re#m]set something ablaze
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A \[Sol#m]trail for the \[Do#]devil to \[Re#m]erase
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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San Francisco's calling us, the Giants and Mets will play
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Piazza, New York catcher, are you straight or are you gay ?
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We hung about the stadium, we've got no place to stay
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We hung about the tenderloin and tenderly you tell
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About the saddest ending of a book you ever had to read
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The statue's crying too and well he may
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I love you I've a drowning grip on your adoring face
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I love you my responsibility has found a place
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Beside you and strong warnings in the guise of gentle words
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Come wave upon me from the wider family net absurd
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You'll take care of her, I know it, you will do a better job?
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Maybe, but not what she deserves
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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Elope with me Miss Private and we'll drink ourselves awake
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We'll taste the coffee houses and award certificates
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A privy seal to keep the feel of 1960 style
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We'll comment on the decor and we'll help the passer by
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And at dusk when work is over we'll continue the debate
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In a borrowed bedroom virginal and spare
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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The catcher hits for .318 and catches every day
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The pitcher puts religion first and rests on holidays
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He goes into cathedrals and lies prostrate on the floor
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He knows the drink affects his speed he's praying for a doorway
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Back into the life he wants and the confession of the bench
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Life outside the diamond is a wrench
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\endverse
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\beginverse
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I wish that you were here with me to pass the dull weekend
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I know it wouldn't come to love, my heroine pretend
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A lady stepping from the songs we love until this day
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You'd settle for an epitaph like ``Walk Away, Renee''
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The sun upon the roof in winter will draw you out like a flower
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Meet you at the statue in an hour
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Meet you at the statue in an hour
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\endverse
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\endsong
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