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I like to think about the time i met you |
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Living with your people down in new orleans |
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Mad at your mama cause she'd never let you |
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Ride in no nasty limousine |
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Later on the levee with the moon up above |
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I lost my heart and confessed my love |
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Oh lucy, god have mercy |
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I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that |
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One summer night in a field of wheat |
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God's sweet lanterns hanging in the sky |
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Moving light on your tiny feet |
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I knew i had to love you till the day i die |
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They talk about amazing grace |
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It meant something when i saw your face |
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Oh lucy, god have mercy |
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I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout that |
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I think of all the little things that i never told you |
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I think i may get to hold you someday |
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It's my brain just like a man possessed |
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I can't do me no work, i can't get me no rest |
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I can't understand it baby |
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Don't like to think about the way it ended |
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I hate remembering the things that i said |
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I dream a dream of love so splendid |
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I wake up hard in an empty bed |
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I wonder who'll be loving you next |
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Some fool will be writing bad checks |
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Oh now lucy, god have mercy |
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I've got to stop thinkin' 'bout you |
