| Well, in the nighttime
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| When you’re inside the window with the lights on
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| When I’m outside
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| I can see what you’re doin' on the inside
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| Yodel-ay-ee
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| Yee-ee-hee-ee
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| Well, I had a girl
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| But she never liked the way that it lingered
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| She said «Boy
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| gave me the finger
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| Well she set me on my feet
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| Then she kicked me on down to the street
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| Well, I got no home, got no bed
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| I got no place to lay my head
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| I got no job, got no skills
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| Got to play just to pay my bills
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| Well, every morning
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| Well, I wake up and then I go to sleep again
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| Hell, I dream
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| But I never can remember what my dreams meant
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| Yodel-ay-ee
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| Yee-ee-hee-ee |