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SHIVAREE LYRICS"Arrivederci"Arrivederci I'm cutting my hairTell fish and Tracy the weather's fair Been eleven hours were on a dare Arrivederci to my old chair I've been told that the old Who bargain and save They get sold For the gold On the little kings grave So goodbye to screamers And goodnight Irene A salty whisker won't hurt anything
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