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I was thinking about you that night |
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We were down by the river where the bugles blow |
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I hid myself, nowhere to go |
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Went down by the river where the bugles blow |
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I hid myself, nowhere to go |
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I was thinking about you that night |
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Now they say good souls, they travel far |
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But did you take with you your old guitar? |
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Oh, they say good souls, they travel far |
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Did you take with your old guitar? |
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I was thinking about you that night |
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Well, everyone's trying to make a little work |
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And everyone's trying to make it first |
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I was thinking about you that night |
