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Every dream that I dream |
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Seems to float on by |
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Like a cloud in the wind |
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Way up in the sky |
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Every move that I make |
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Seems to be the wrong way |
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Like a cold black night |
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After a summer day |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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Nothing to say but it used to be |
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Nothing to say but it used to be |
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What can I do |
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You still play my guitar |
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With a smile on my face |
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Now everything's changed |
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My whole life's rearranged |
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From the day I was born |
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Sidle Jinks was my name |
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Though I tried and I tried |
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That name still remains |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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Nothing to say but it used to be |
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Nothing to say but it used to be |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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I hear voices all singing |
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But no one is there |
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It's a ghost of my life |
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Bringing past tense to mind |
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Lokin' key inside me |
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From the freedom and sin |
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Oh come let me in |
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I'll start all over again |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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Nothing to say but it used to be |
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No no no no no no no no no |
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What can I do |
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What can I do |
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What |
