| How can it a-be late in the morning?
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| Night was a-here a second ago
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| Can it a-be me sitting on Sunday
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| Looking for a place to go
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| Was it a dream, did she go leave me?
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| Guess it was I’d stay up all night
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| Can it a-be me sitting on Sunday
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| Crying for Saturday night
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| Oh, no, no, no
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| Now Jessica what have you done to me
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| Oh, no, no, no
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| Now Jessica what have you done to me
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| What were the words, I can’t remember
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| Saying to me good luck and good bye
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| What good a town when a young man
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| Can’t find him a place to cry
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| How can it a-be so late in the morning?
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| Night was a-here a second ago
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| I’m up a tree a-sitting on Sunday
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| Looking for a face to know
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| Oh, no, no, no
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| Now Jessica what have you done to me
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| Oh, no, no, no
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| Now Jessica what have you done to me
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| A poolin' stone, I throw in there
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| There’s a lit… tle rip… ple
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| Well that I’m into looking down at the sky… |