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Rain on my Sunday shoes |
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Pick up the daily news |
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Looks like tomorrows blues |
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But its better than none |
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Call on the telephone |
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knowin' that he's not home |
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I'll put on the Rollin' Stones |
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And I can have me some fun |
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Start up a flight of stairs |
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Stand up and comb your hair |
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Try not to change things |
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More than you can withstand |
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Get into something new |
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That's made for a year or two |
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Pick up the pieces |
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Where you think they might land |
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Everyday goes |
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Another days gone |
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Hate to say so but I'm getting older |
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Day by day |
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Take off all your clothes |
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Stand up and wipe your nose |
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Cry for your daddy |
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Who died so long ago |
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Jump on another plane |
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Today it's all the same |
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You can catch me in Boston |
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'Cause that's how it goes |
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I'm here in apartment 21 |
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Stop by and have some fun |
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Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun |
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Look at a photograph |
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Lord, don't it make you laugh |
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For all these changes |
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What have you done? |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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La la la la, la la la, la la la la |
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Sit down and write a song |
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Wait till the days grow long |
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And wait fir the autumn wind |
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To blow me away |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la |
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La la la, la la la, la la la la |
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La la la la, la la la, la la la la |
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(repeat) |
