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When you get a chance |
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Would you please call your mother |
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And thank her for the good years that we had? |
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Gently break the news that you don't love me |
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And give my best regards to your good old dad |
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I always liked your family |
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We got along just splendidly |
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Though your brother |
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Kind of rubbed me the wrong way |
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I remember that your eyes turned green |
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When they crowned your sister County Queen |
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Though she couldn't hold a candle |
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To your beauty any day |
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When you get a chance |
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Would you please call your mother |
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And thank her for the good years that we had? |
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Gently break the news that you don't love me |
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And give my best regards to your good old dad |
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Back when we could laugh and play |
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On family reunion day |
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Didn't we all look funny |
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In our 1950s clothes? |
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Your daddy wore that greasy stuff |
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Your brother drank more than enough |
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Your mom wore penny loafers |
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With runners in her hose |
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When you get a chance |
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Would you please call your mother |
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And thank her for the good years that we had? |
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O gently break the news that you don't love me |
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And give my best regards to your good old dad. |
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When you get a chance |
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Would you please call your mother |
