| You can cry wolf or cry me a river
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| Knock on my door with a message to deliver
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| Jameson’s whiskey’s hard on the liver
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| Tell me something I don’t know
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| I close my eyes, I sleep on a pillow
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| When someone dies, I weep like a willow
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| Blow ‘em a kiss and say bye bye, friend
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| You’re never coming back again
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| But that’s alright, that’s OK
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| If you’re still standing that’s the price you pay
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| When you’re gone you don’t come back
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| So you roll like a train on a one way track
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| I lost my way when I lost my love
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| Couldn’t make sense of the stars above
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| She’s the little dipper that I’m thinking of
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| And she’s never coming back again
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| When she said goodbye the words they came quick
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| She spit 'em out fast and I felt so sick
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| Now there ain’t nothing magic in this magic trick
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| Cause she’s never coming back again
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| But that’s alright, that’s OK
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| She never really knew me anyway
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| She taped her regrets to my microphone stand
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| Said «You can’t hold the hand of a rock and roll man
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| For very long»
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| It’s like ‘The Blonde in the Bleachers'
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| The Joni Mitchell song is coming out of my speakers
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| I’m going to the shop for a new pair of sneakers
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| And then I’m gonna take a walk
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| Let’s rock!
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| My sneakers wore out, my guitar broke
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| Sometimes life puts a stick in your spokes
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| Everybody thinks that I’m making a joke
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| But I’m telling it like it is
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| I’ll be hanging from the branches of my family tree
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| You know I look like my daddy, Daddy looks like me
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| Halifax, Nova Scotia is the land of the free
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| I don’t care what the anthem says
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| But that’s alright, that’s OK
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| You’ll be staring at your phone til your hair goes grey
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| Once in a while it’s bound to ring
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| Chuck Berry sings «My Ding a Ling a Ling»
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| I lost my map when I lost my phone
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| Gotta get on the road, gotta get gone
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| Ain’t got a clue how to get back home
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| Guess I’d better ask at the bar
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| Au revoir |