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Gray Jean was a river child |
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Born down by the river wild |
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Said hey, what ya wanna be? |
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Nobody's gonna? Me |
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And she wants you but you won't do |
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And it won't leave you alone |
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And the rain falls on the wrong year |
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And it won't leave you alone, it won't leave you alone |
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Could be that he's into you |
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Could be that the opposite's true |
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Struck down as a summer child |
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Ten steps just to run a mile |
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And he wants you but you won't do |
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And it won't leave you alone |
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And the rain falls on the wrong year |
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And it won't leave you alone, it won't leave you alone |
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Your spirit's weiling |
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Flesh is getting old |
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Speaker's blaring out some long forgotten chord |
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Some missbegotten long forgotten chord |
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Sing me some mandolin |
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And I'll sleep all the winter long |
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Till then I can only be, nobody's gonna? Me |
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And she wants you but you won't do |
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And it won't leave you alone |
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And the rain falls on the wrong year |
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And it won't leave you alone, it won't leave you alone |
