| Rumplestilskin’s song is a chorus and half too long
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| I’m a country son, doing all I can
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| The big city nights got me hung up on the city lights
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| While I walk the streets, a guitar in my hands
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| Sweet Edie-D, you mean the world to me
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| And I love you, but I’m gonna leave you free
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| Sweet Edie-da, it don’t really matter now
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| While I’m singing Sweet Edie-D
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| I fell off Noah’s ark, I landed in the people’s park
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| Busted my G-string, I forgot what it was all about
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| I got hung up in a country tune
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| Blowin' through them changes like a country moon
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| Barely holding on, tryin' to let it all hang out
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| Sweet Edie-D, you mean the world to me
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| And I love you, but I’m gonna leave you free
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| Sweet Edie-da, it don’t really matter now
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| While I’m singing Sweet Edie-D
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| Hre come indepndent me
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| Living kind of independently
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| It ain’t the good life, when you’re spendin' time alone
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| Now love is only an idea, sugar
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| Baby when you’re not here
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| Then I’ve got nothin' that I can really call my own |