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April, the cruelest month |
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I reckon this much could be a contender |
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There's only so much sorrow a man can take |
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I cant change my face, |
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Don't you remember |
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You know when |
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I was on the road |
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That me and you was on the rocks, so low |
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Should never have got talkin' all that jive |
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Now theres only one way for me to stay alive |
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Drivin' in my |
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Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Blazin' out |
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Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Drivin' in my |
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Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Blazin' out |
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Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay |
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So long to contentendedness |
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I reckon next time |
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I'll march in favor |
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So long I've felt a blessedness |
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No more is this a taste |
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I want to savor |
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I Know how |
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I dig you on |
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You can know only see, so far |
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But never was there more to say |
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Less, to do, before, turn away |
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Drivin' in my |
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Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay 20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Blazin' out |
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Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay |
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay |
