| Good days, bad days, pioneers of love and hope and sex and dreams
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| And Sunny came clear
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| Everything reminds me of my baby
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| Late night, skin tight, dresser drawers going down on dirty boulevard
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| Five and dime store whores
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| Everything reminds me of my baby
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| I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down
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| I keep thinking I’m not crazy
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| Redwood, gold dust radio plays everything from High and Dry
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| To Sunny Came Home
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| All these songs remind me of my baby
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| Fake bake Holly wouldn’t give a shit wears everything from corduroy jeans
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| To double knit
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| All these girls are nothing like my baby
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| I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down
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| I keep thinking I’m not crazy
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| I keep thinking maybe time will heal 'cause drugs don’t help
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| I’ll stop singing songs about my'
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| Can anyone tell me why the things that are meant to stay they turn and go?
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| Can anyone tell me why we lust after the things we’ll never know?
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| I’ll just have to let it go
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| Good times, bad times, red times blue equals Special K’s psychedelic
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| Satin purple shoe
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| I’ve done some foolish things but who can blame me
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| Good night, sleep tight, pioneers of lust and guns and hate and greed
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| And Sunny knows fear
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| If God don’t kill me I know she’s gonna save me
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| I keep thinking maybe time will mend this broken down
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| I keep thinking I’m not crazy
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| Can anyone tell me why the things that are meant to stay they turn and go?
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| Can anyone tell me why we lust after the things we’ll never know?
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| I’ll just have to let it
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| I’ll just have to let it
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| I’ll just have to let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go
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| Let it go |