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(McNabb) I'm lookin' across a frozen landscape, |
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I'm lookin' out on an empty port, |
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I can't believe what happened here, |
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Look what she did to my mind... |
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She was young & pretty, |
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I was old & wise, |
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Thirty seven years kept our love apart, |
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Look what she did to my mind, |
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What she did to my mind |
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Her little face was a picture, |
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She brushed her hair by the fire |
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She played guitar, she drove my car, |
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Look what she did to my mind... |
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What she did to my mind |
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The days were long, |
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The nights were peaceful, |
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N' sometimes music filled the air, |
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The 'Rites of |
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Spring', The |
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Byrds, The |
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King, Look what she did to my mind, |
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What she did to my mind |
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She took work, |
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I couldn't, |
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I read alone all afternoon, |
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I'd fix her food, create a mood, |
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Look what she did to my mind, |
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I could tell she was restless, |
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Sometimes she stayed out all night, |
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I'd get uptight, and then we'd fight |
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Look what she did to my mind... |
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What she did to my mind |
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One night |
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I found a bottle |
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I put the lip to my own, ' |
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Bout 7:30 |
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I felt drunk n' dirty. |
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Look what she did to my mind, |
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She'd been with a young man, |
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I heard her footsteps in the hall, |
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I put my pistol up to her ear, ' |
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N put her brains against the wall, |
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What she did to my mind |
