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This is a song, that I wrote when I was young |
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And I call it, the broken hearted blues |
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The air on that night, was tempered like a knife |
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And the people wore the face masks of a clown |
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Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn |
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And his woman ran away without a smile |
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Days of the earth, are unbroken changeless turf |
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But the faces of the men are something else |
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In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious ***ual toy |
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But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man |
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When the hills of the sun, make you feel that you are young |
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Get good now, and face your face into the wind |
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This is a song, that I wrote when I was young |
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And I called it the broken hearted blues |