| I’ve got one good song left in me
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| And it’s poring out like oil
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| It’s here on my hands like dirt clinging to
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| Fingers that have been digging at the soil
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| It’s natural just making love to the girl
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| You wanted most of all
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| It’s got me in a room with my head in my hands position
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| Against the wall
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| And when it’s done with me I’ll be one my back again
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| With the need to be with all my friends
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| Whatever happened to them
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| I got one good line that I’m saving
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| In case nothing else comes out
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| Except the words that you hope will fall back
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| On them self when you scratch 'em at your desk
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| It’s natural just making love to the girl
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| That you wanted most of all
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| It’s got me in a room with my head in my hands position
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| Against the wall
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| And when it’s done with me I’ll be on my back again
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| With the need to be with all my friends
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| Whatever happened to them
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| And when it’s done with me I’ll be on my back again
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| With the need to be with all my friends
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| Whatever happened to them |