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I've been too long with my nose in a book |
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I hope you sing just as good as you look |
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Come on over baby, |
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I got a song for you |
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A little jump of something |
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I call wintertime blues |
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I wanna hear those mockingbird wings |
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I want gravy on everything |
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Lovin' in the kitchen, what have we got to lose |
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Just a nasty case of these ol' wintertime blues |
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Cold as snot with a big frozen smile |
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Ain't foolin' nobody after a while |
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Time to let the cat out, |
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I've got a real short fuse |
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I'm just about to blow up these ol' wintertime blues, blow a while |
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There's no spring |
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There was never any spring |
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Spring's a long gone thing |
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There won't ever be a spring no more |
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At least that's the way it feels when your |
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Skin is cracked and peeled and you've been livin' under |
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Sixty pounds of blanket and the snow's drifting up to your window |
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And you're out of firewood and the wolf is howling at your door |
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Three hours of day light and all of them gray |
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The suicide prevention group has all run away |
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I'm runnin' out of groceries, |
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I ain't got no rubber shoes |
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Bring the bacon baby, |
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I got the wintertime blues |
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I could cut a hole in the floor |
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Catch you a fish by a quarter to four |
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But I'm stuck up this mountain where |
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I got a bird's eye view |
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Of couple more months of these ol' wintertime blues |
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And it's a one, two, my lips are turning blue |
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Come on over baby what have we got to lose |
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Just a nasty case of these ol' wintertime blues |
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And it's three, four, |
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I'm stiff as |
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Al GoreCome on over baby what have we got to lose |
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Just a nasty case of these ol' wintertime blues |
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Well, it's the same old drill |
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For Punxsutawney |
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PhilIf he sees his own shadow |
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I'm shootin' to kill |
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Come on over baby, |
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I stand accused |
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There's a man going crazy up here |
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With the wintertime blues |
