Seeking Juliet

Intro 
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[Verso 1]
 
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Painted nails and sweet perfume, 
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A flower just beyond its bloom, 
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She strikes a pose to catch their eye, 
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Barroom dancing midnight lies. 
 


[Refrão]
 
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Turn the corner, you just might see, 
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A man full of stories and a woman full of need, 
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Hes got holes in his pockets, and ashes in his heart, 
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Her arms are aching, thats where it all starts up again. 
 

Interlude 
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[Verso 2]
 
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 He scans the room from face to face, 
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This crowded time, this crowded place, 
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Flash a smile and place your bet 
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Don Juan seeking Juliet. 
 


[Refrão]
 
D        C#m         Bm         A 
Turn the corner, you just might see, 
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A man full of stories and a woman full of need, 
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Hes got holes in his pockets, and ashes in his heart, 
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Her arms are aching, thats where it all starts up again. 
 

Interlude 
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[Verso 3]
 
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Step right in to play the game, 
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Lonely soul is seeking same, 
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 Heaven sent but live hell bound, 
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Kings and queens whove lost their crown, 
 


[Refrão]
 
D        C#m         Bm         A 
Turn the corner, you just might see, 
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A man full of stories and a woman full of need, 
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Hes got holes in his pockets, and ashes in his heart, 
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Her arms are aching, thats where it all starts up again. 
 

Outro 
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         Thats where it all starts up again. 
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Thats where it all . . . starts up again. 
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