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I was daily growing |
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Dressed in red from head to toe |
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You were all the thought I was knowing |
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And the sun gave shine, no care the season |
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While I learned my one, two, three's and |
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You fell in to teach me treason |
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And now I spend my each day busy |
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Jumping on the monkey show |
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Jumping on the monkey show |
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Searching for a face I know |
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And I just walk for hours down |
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The red brick march of market street |
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Of market street |
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I spend my each days in repeat |
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And lady, she's all right with me |
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Done borrowed all my empathy |
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Now you know she got the best of me |
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'Cause she's not lying next to me |
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And all things fine, sweet day beginning |
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I got up and fell right in |
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Climbed up to where you was living |
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And you stood in the back door yawning |
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And I caught where you turns me on |
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You're the reason I wake each morning |
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And sunshine plays the puddles through |
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The mornings, evenings, afternoons |
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Mornings, evenings, afternoons |
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I count my thoughts with coffee spoons |
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And something reeks of heave |
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'Neath the highway where the hobos sleep |
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Where the hobos sleep |
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And laugh about the pains I keep |
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And lady, she's a friend of mine |
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'Cause I know how to take my time |
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But I can't say that without lyin' |
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So I'll try not to try next time |
