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The winter wind is blowing strong |
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My hands have got no gloves |
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I wish to my soul that I could see |
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The boy I'm thinking of |
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Don't you remember me babe |
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I remember you quite well |
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Caused me to leave my happy home |
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For the darkness on that trail |
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Darkness on the trail boys |
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Darkness on my trail |
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All because I'm falling for |
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A curly-headed blue-eyed bell |
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Who's gonna stroke your thick brown hair |
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And sing to your ruddy skin |
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Who's gonna kiss my California lips |
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When I'm out in the wind |
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When I'm out in the wind babe |
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When I'm out in the wind |
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Who's gonna kiss my California lips |
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When I'm out in the wind |
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Who's gonna walk you side by side |
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And tell you everything is alright |
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Who's gonna sing to you all day long |
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And not just in the night |
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Who's gonna walk you side by side |
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Who's gonna be my man |
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Who's gonna look you straight in the eye |
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And hold your bad luck hand |
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Hold your bad luck hand babe |
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Hold your bad luck hand |
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Who's gonna hold your hard luck hand |
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Who's gonna be my man |
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The winter wind is blowing strong |
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My hands have got no gloves |
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I wish to my soul that I could see |
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The boy I'm thinking of |
