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And I'm sitting alonewith my guitar slightly out of tuneand it's a loving night in Juneand I try to write a songwith a happy summer melodylike I have tried so many times before
But I couldn'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 fundo small-talk and drink, 'til the morning-sunmaybe I should buy a brand-new dressor learn a useful game like chess
Another lonely night turns to daywith another hair of mine turning greyno, I can't really tell youjust what is wrong, my dearbut still, what comes out isanother sad song
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