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Fly so swift the rain won't lift |
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The gate won't close the railings froze |
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Get your mind on wintertime |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Ooowe, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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I don't care how many letters they sent |
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The morning came, the morning went |
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Pack up your money pick up your tent |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Ooowe, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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Buy me a flute and a gun that shoots |
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Tailgates and substitutes |
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Strap yourself to a tree with roots |
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You ain't going nowhere |
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Ooowe, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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Now Ghengis Kahn he could not keep |
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All his kings supplied with sleep |
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We'll climb that hill |
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No matter how steep when we get up to it |
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Ooowe, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |
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Ooowe, ride me high |
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Tomorrow's the day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh oh, are we gonna fly |
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Down in the easy chair? |