| Up every morning at the crack of dawn
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| Nights as short as the days are long
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| Life turned out to be another magazine
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| I’m livin' with a stranger now
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| Girl, I knew got away somehow
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| She went out with two bit gasoline
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| I wanna go, back — you know what I mean, ah
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| When the word was Thunderbird
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| And the price was forty twice
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| Drinkin' wine and lovin' you was fun
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| Now but love turned out to be a passin' thing
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| Different bird of a different wing
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| Some damn fool put a dollar twenty nine
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| On a jug of Thunderbird wine
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| And Lord, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it
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| I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to take it
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| Everything’s hung up in yesterday
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| Married to a civic minded social girl
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| Takin' short cuts in a woman’s world
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| She won’t let her hair down when I’m home
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| Society’s just slavery
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| And security is killing me
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| I work hard for it but I give it all away
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| If I could go back to yesterday
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| When the word was Thunderbird
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| And the price was forty twice
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| Drinkin' wine and lovin' you was fun
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| Now but love turned out to be a passin' thing |
| Different bird of a different wing
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| Some damn fool put a dollar twenty nine
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| On a jug of Thunderbird wine
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| And Lord, I don’t know if I’m gonna make it
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| I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to take it
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| Everything’s hung up in yesterday
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| When the word was Thunderbird
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| And the price was forty twice
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| Drinkin' wine and lovin' you was fun |