| Windy old head
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| I sang along with the words that she said
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| Happy and bad
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| «Where goes the time?»
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| She asked me once
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| Oh and if you don’t mind
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| Give back my heart when you go Begging bowl blues
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| Wrapped round my head
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| Like a fistful of news nobody reads
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| Me and her name I can’t recall
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| I was never the same after she left me And oh I missed her so Never thought much of her reason to go And well, she cast a spell
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| Under I fell in a useless hello
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| Useless old day
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| Wishing the hours would take me away
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| Just for a while
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| Nobody’s crook, stealing an answer
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| Oh why does he look drunk as the day he was born?
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| Ragged and torn, lives for the money these days,
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| What a joke
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| And once, twice is a sin
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| Couldn’t get in with the elegant folk
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| I cannot wait any longer
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| And I cannot claim to be free
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| Whenever it seems like I’m losing
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| The begging bowl blues follow me And she cannot say that she’s happy
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| And I cant be sure if I care
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| I got wrapped up in the money
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| And the begging bowl blues kept me there |