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Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox |
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I'm the one singing this sad song |
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And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime |
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And play me singing the sad one, one more time |
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Southern California, that's as blue as a girl can be |
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Blue as the deep blue sea, won't you listen to me now? |
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I need your golden gated cities like a hole in my head |
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Just like a hole in my head, I'm free |
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Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox |
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I'm the one singing this sad song |
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And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime |
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And play me singing the sad one one more time |
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Do believe I'll go back home |
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Hey mister can't you see that I'm dry as a bone |
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I think I'll spend some time alone |
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Unless you find a way of squeezing water from a stone |
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We'll let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can |
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Let the springtime begin, let the boy become a man |
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I have wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song |
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I have been this lonesome picker just a little too long |
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Hey mister that's me up on the jukebox |
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I'm the one singing this sad song |
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And I cry every time that you slip in one more dime |
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And play me singing the sad one, one more time |
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Well I've been spreading myself thin these days |
