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Matthews |
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I know you find this situation |
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Funnier than me |
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There's a certain way to look |
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But it's up to you to see. |
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And if I turn my face away |
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So as not to be unkind |
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Would you promise me you'll hold your tongue |
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Like I'm holding on to mine ? |
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And like the Southern wind |
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I blew into your town |
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Now I've gone and the song |
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I wrote you down is singing. |
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Now with your arms reached out so far |
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You say you really want to try |
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It's just the lines I wrote to you |
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About a couple of years gone by. |
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So give my love to Augustine |
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And say he won't be long |
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And he took a little ride on account of me |
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But he wrote me down this song. |
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And like the Southern wind |
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He blew into our town |
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Now he's gone and the song |
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He wrote us down is singing. |
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And like the Southern wind |
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He blew into our town |
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Now he's gone and the song |
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He wrote us down is singing. |
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With your arms reached out so far |
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You say you really want to try |
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It's just the lines I wrote to you |
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About a couple of years gone by. |
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So give my love to Augustine |
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And say he won't be long |
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And he took a little ride on account of me |
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But he wrote me down this song. |
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And like the Southern wind |
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He blew into our town |
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Now he's gone with the song |
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He wrote us down. |