| Fortunata woman,
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| you know I wanted to fly,
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| make it by myself alone.
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| Now I’m lookin' for a man
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| with a silver dollar shoeshine,
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| I gotta get a way back home.
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| Listen to me, woman,
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| now can’t you hear me callin',
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| I’ve got a lot of love to do.
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| Don’t you know I’m gonna cry some,
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| I know I’m gonna die some,
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| I gotta get back to you.
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| Gotta get back, gotta get back,
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| gotta get, gotta get back to you.
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| Gotta get back,
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| gotta get back,
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| gotta get,
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| gotta get back to you.
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| Fortunata woman,
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| the monkey man’s dead
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| and the junkie didn’t get too far.
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| But I’m singin' my song,
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| 'cuz I got my head,
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| and my bed, and my red guitar.
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| I’m a-rollin' down the highway,
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| now don’t you get in my way,
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| Mister, I’m a comin' through.
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| Well, I know I’m gonna cry some,
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| you know I’m gonna die some,
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| I gotta get back to you.
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| Gotta get back, gotta get back,
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| gotta get, gotta get back to you.
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| Gotta get back,
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| gotta get back,
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| gotta get,
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| gotta get back to you.
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| Gotta get back, gotta get back,
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| gotta get, gotta get back to you.
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| Gotta get back,
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| gotta get back,
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| gotta get,
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| gotta get back to you. |