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Well I'm sitting alonewith my guitar slidly out of tuneand it's a lovely night in June.
And I try to write a song
With a happy slomo melodylike I have tried so many times before
But I can't really tell you, what is wrongbut all that comes out is another sad songmaybe it's because I slept too longand nobody called me on the phone.
Maybe I should hit town, have some funto smalltalking drink to the morning sunmaybe I should buy a brandnew dressor learn up a usefull game like chess.
No I can't really tell you,what is wrongbut all that comes out is another sad songmaybe it's because I slept too longand nobody called me at the phone
Maybe I should hit town have some funto smalltalking drink to the morning sunmaybe I should buy a brandnew dressor learn up a usefull game like chess.
Another lonely night, turns to daywith another hair of mine, turning grey
No I can't really tell youjust what is wrong, my dear,but still what comes out isanother sad song.
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