| I don’t think I’m goin' out anymore
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| You better find some other body to comfort.
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| When I was trembling baby you was a diamond,
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| But you ain’t a diamond no more.
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| So what you wanna say is my head is a hurricane
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| Well l-l-l-let me sleep on that, uh huh, alright.
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| You say I’m hopelessly devoted to misery
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| Well I don’t wanna be so devoted no more, aw yeah
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| And all of my friends wanna get into heaven
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| And all I keep thinkin' is «I wish you were here»
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| I heard that they been callin' me «The Great Depression»
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| Rollin' and tumblin', breakin' my own heart again
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| Shimmy shimmy shake baby right in my blood stream
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| I don’t know what it was that got in my room.
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| My ticker-tape heart broke and everything shook in here
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| But I learned it could be worse.
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| So what you wanna say is my head is a weather-vane
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| Spinning with the wind chime, right.
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| Baby I was born on the fourth of July,
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| Exploding like a firework, aw yeah
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| And all of my friends wanna get into heaven
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| And all I keep thinkin' is «I wish you were here»
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| I heard that they been callin' me «The Great Depression»
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| Rollin' and tumblin'
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| And all of my friends wanna get into heaven
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| And all I keep thinkin' is «I wish you were here»
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| I heard that they been callin' me «The Great Depression»
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| Rollin' and tumblin'
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| So should I take everything, all your temporary medicines?
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| Should I take your reds, your blues, and your cocaine?
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| Should I take something to try on the weekend?
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| Should I take anything… or did you mean everything?
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| When I hit the wall, wrecked from it all
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| You put flowers down on the cold ground
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| And cry me a river
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| And assure me I’m crazy
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| While you question the answers
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| And then you lean on my best friends
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| Until you find better weather
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| And you take a vacation
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| I heard you got all my letters
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| Signed «The Great Depression»
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| Baby rollin' and tumblin' |