| David, you don’t do much singing these days
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| And your letters all say the same thing
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| The days melt into each other
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| With the pills you’re currently taking
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| David, I hope you don’t mind
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| That I’m borrowing one of your songs
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| I tried to translate the lyrics
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| But I got them wrong
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| Hey Ben, I’m feeling much better
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| Than I ever felt before
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| So thanks for your typewritten letter
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| But I don’t feel like singing anymore
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| I’m hearing your album just now, for the first time
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| You don’t sound like anyone else
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| I’m taking my pills and good care of myself
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| David, I hope you will write some more songs soon
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| And I hope I’ll write some more too
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| I hope we’ll write some together
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| In the way that you said we would do
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| David, I hope you don’t mind
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| That I’m borrowing one of your songs
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| I tried to translate the lyrics
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| But I got them wrong
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| On Saturday I was twenty three
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| But I look and feel like Jock Stein |