| Another hum drum grey day
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| I wonder if this rain passed Toledo
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| And if so I hope it left a sunny day through your window
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| I can’t make shape or form of this new emotion
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| I need a drive up San Fransisco Bay
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| I’d write this song on the way
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| I’m not sure I belong here anyway
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| She thinks that I’ve already gone away
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| Gone away
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| Another hum drum grey day
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| Maybe I’ll head out for a movie
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| The day is always so bright aafter a matine
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| Wouldn’t you say
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| I can’t make shape or form of this new emotion
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| I need a drive up San Fransisco Bay
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| I’d write this song on the way
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| I’m not sure I belong here anyway
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| She thinks that I’ve already gone away
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| Gone away
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| Yeah
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| I figure one day soon I’ll snap out of this
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| Yeah
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| One day soon I’ll pull my head down out of outer-space
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| Yeah
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| I figure one day I’ll snap out of this
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| Yeah
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| One day soon I’ll take that drive out
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| And I need a drive up San Fransisco Bay
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| I’d write this song on the way
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| I’m not sure I belong here anyway
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| She thinks that I’ve already gone
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| On a drive up San Fransisco Bay
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| Where I’d write this song on the way
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| And I’m not sure I belong here anyway
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| She thinks that I’ve already gone away |