| you’re on my mind, on my mind
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| I’ve got a picture of you
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| I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it
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| It’s not a look for you
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| On a clean sheet
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| we daydream sleep
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| sisters read our palms whoa-a
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| Our Tvs watched just like all knowing mouths
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| they say
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| cherish something don’t burn nothing
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| wind up nothing too whoa-a
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| A real folk (sy sam)? |
| will say what to do
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| and he walks in this cassanova
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| drinks in every hand
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| sings sweet songs of all our plans
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| sweet songs of all our plans
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| and he walks in this cassanova
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| hides his red right hand
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| sings sweet songs of all our land
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| sweet songs
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| You’re on my mind, on my mind
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| and got a picture of you
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| I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it
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| He’s not a look for you
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| dirty winos, dollar dance halls
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| one squall ends them all whoa-a
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| still we hope we can change
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| and just be there (for it)?
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| unless you’re born dead, unless you’re undead
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| our moms are still our moms whoa-a
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| can’t recall what she (says)? |
| like our fiction songs
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| and he walks in this cassanova
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| drinks in every hand
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| sings sweet songs of all our plans
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| sweet songs of all our plans
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| and he walks in this cassanova
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| hides his red right hand
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| sings sweet songs of all our land
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| sweet songs
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| You’re on my mind, on my mind
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| and gonna leak off slow
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| hold me light, hold me right
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| that way that just you know |