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hitchhicked back from blue earth
she's not alone anymore
shooting pool like before
that's too bad
lost my bus fare back
she's not alone anymore
hanging on like before
my friend
in the spring time the birds begin singing
and the leaves on the trees are so sweet
and you see what I mean
if I moved a little closer
she's not alone anymore
getting by like before
she bought them
deadlined in my right hand
she's no alone anymore
getting stoned like before
what a drag
in the springtime the birds begin singing
and the leaves on the trees are so sweet
and you'll see what I mean
hitchhicked back from blue earth
she's not alone anymore
shooting pool like before
that's too bad
lost my bus fare back
she's not alone anymore
hanging on like before
my friend
in the springtime the birds begin singing
and the leaves on the trees are so sweet
and you'll see what I mean
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