| The local radio says sorry time to go
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| But I don’t sleep too well
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| Where are those Southern Belles
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| Tryin to get a telephone line through South Caroline
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| Your call may bring somebody down for miles around
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| I’m watching her eyes again
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| I won’t use no fountain pen
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| The lady isn’t here. |
| The message wasn’t clear
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| She left an hour ago, screamed from the floor below
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| Mother nature never gives in, she wants you to sing
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| But how can I go on just singing this song
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| My car’s out of gas again
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| Hurry home to see my friend
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| Money won’t help you to win a new look at things
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| Loving can bring you down so you fall
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| Then why do you still try to get up at all
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| Your good and bad side showing through
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| Problems are a part of you
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| You must love someone else or face life by yourself
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| You may expect a call
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| She’s waiting in the hall
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| See the garden grows and it grows nobody else knows
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| And you can wear just any old thing
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| The show can begin
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| I’m falling asleep to dream
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| No more hills to climb it seems
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| Money won’t help you to win a new look at things
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| You never give in
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| So why don’t you sing
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| But how can I go on just singing this song
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| My car’s out of gas again
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| I’ll be home to see my friend |