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I just never could say, "good bye" or "adieu"ooh, but the years, they have been so kind to youthere's some skills that I have learned to doand I would certainly like to share them with youyou're outside hanging wet linenand I am giving a Van Dyke listeningif you need a little help stretching the canvasif you need a shaky ride to Lawrence, Kansasif you need a little help hauling that big, fat sack
I'll be sitting right here beside my stone age fax machineyou're up there amongst the mountainsand I am drinking from a nasty water fountain
I just never could lay a bead on you
I took a sad envelope of seed from you
I just never could get something to take rootone just never can tell about the growth shoot
I am crouched with a weak shoveland you are tending the mysterious tunnel
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