| Slipping away what can I say
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| Wont you stay inside me month of may
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| And hold on to me golden day, slipping away
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| Sunshine on my wall
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| To keep my mind on the things Im saying
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| Footsteps in the hall
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| To tell me Ive been this way before, nevermore
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| Let it rain sweet mary jane
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| Let it wash your love down all around me Come inside and put it down
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| Let it rain
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| Ive been trying hard to find a way to let you know
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| That we can make it shine most all the time
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| This time round Im searching down to where I used to go And its been on my mind to make it shine
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| You can say I wanna be free
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| I can say someday I will be You can say I wanna be free
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| I can say someday I will be When I catch a common cold
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| Wanna hear a saxophone
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| When I let the good times roll, baby
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| Slide me a bass trombone
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| Walk me down old funky street
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| Lord knows I feel good enough to eat (now)
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| Hold my soul. |
| now, Im sure enough fond of my rock n roll
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| When I go to sleep at night
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| Wanna hear a slide guitar
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| When Im feeling loose and right
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| Riding in my automobile
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| Boney maroney and peggy sue
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| Got the rocking pneumonia, got the boogey-woogey flu
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| Baby, hold my soul. |
| said, Im sure enough fond of my rock n roll
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| Good god |