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Here I am again, perfect timing |
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The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming |
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I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning |
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Now I tolerate him all day long |
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Out on the highway |
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I hear the moaningthat low and lonesome whistle you only know from longingand through those naked trees got the windows blowing orangetaking over that cold shoulder racing by |
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I might have known before |
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If I've got this old before |
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I thought |
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I got too cool to give a damn |
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Do you see in dreams at night scenes to spend the afterlifetrying to live the last one down |
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Here I am again, perfect timing |
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The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming |
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I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morningnow |
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I tolerate him all day long |
