| Another new day just came and went
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| Working, I sail 'bout the wave, got spent
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| Working like a dog, laying asphalt down
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| On a two-lane black top leaving this town
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| The red hot sun don’t bother me now
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| What gets me is when the day is done
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| Cold dark house and an unmade bed
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| Where the dreams of Martina roll around in my head
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| Dreams of Martina, what can I say?
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| Dreams of Martina stand in my way
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| Tonight I’m gonna lay that heartache down
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| Everybody tells me that I’m not myself
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| Somebody tried to set me up with someone else
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| Casual conversation and a moon-lit stroll
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| It’s the perfect situation and my blood runs cold
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| My friends can’t see what’s bothering me
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| I guess they wanna know me like I used to be
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| Maybe liven up the party with my lampshade on
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| Before dreams of Martina turned my heart to stone
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| Dreams of Martina, what can I say?
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| Dreams of Martina stand in my way
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| Tonight I’m gonna lay that heartache down
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| The wind and rain don’t cause me no pain
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| I guess I’ve grown accustomed to the same ol' thing
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| It appears I might suffer from the lack of a king
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| But the dreams of Martina won’t let me sleep
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| Dreams of Martina, what can I say?
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| Dreams of Martina stand in my way
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| Tonight I’m gonna lay that heartache down
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| Tonight I’m gonna lay that heartache down
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| Dreams of Martina! |