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Well, I wake up late in the afternoon, |
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I eat my eggs to the evening news, |
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and the sun's gone down 'fore I find my shoes, |
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Music fills the air, but it's all the blues. |
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And she won't let me fly away |
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she won't let me fly away |
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Well, we got no heat and the window's broke, |
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The storm rains came, ev'rything got soaked |
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And there's no bread left, nothing here to smoke, |
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Then the Lord looks down sayin', |
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"Can't you take a joke? |
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The palm tree's just a picture on a postcard, |
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The ocean's just a mem'ry in my dream, |
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Then a man comes a T.V. sellin' soapsuds |
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To dirty up my rivers and my streams. |
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Like a myst'ry movie without an end, |
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When you think it's over, it just begins, |
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It's not always true that the good guy wins, |
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I been down so long that I got the bends. |
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And she won't let me fly away |
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she won't let me fly away |
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she won't let me fly away |
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she won't let me fly away |
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she won't let me fly away |
