In Your Van, Clementine
I'd hate to cross our lines
These lumberjack will sew their oats in heathen times
All these lights in our eyes
They obscure the fire inside
All these lights in our lives
They obscure what we leave behind
O love sick eyes
I'd hate to cross our wires
These fishermen will sew their oats and catch their flies
All these lights in our eyes
They obscure the fire inside
All these lights in our lives
They obscure what we leave behind
O love sick eyes
Love if you'd love me
But if you'd rather talk I'd be (fine)
By your side, we'll be fine
In your van, Clementine
O love sick eyes
Love if you'd love me
But if you'd rather talk I'd be (fine)
By your side, we'll be fine
In your van, Clementine
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