| I study up my hollow
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| Piece of wood to follow
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| A day that doesn’t come
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| To the lucky
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| And I realize there’s tomorrow
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| But I would rather wallow
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| In the rain then moods that seem
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| So pot-lucky
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| Well I’m cruising El Paseo
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| In my off-white coup back '65
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| Or I’m cruisin down my own street
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| And my hooptie says to me
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| You better hang on to your bench seat
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| I’m gonna take you for a ride
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| And I’ll let you know
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| When it comes, when it comes
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| I’ll let you know
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| But don’t stay up for me
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| Don’t wait up for me
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| If I’m not home
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| So I wait for fate to find me
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| A ball of string unwind me
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| Uncomfortable as a centerfold
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| And I realize you’re behind me
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| To help and humankind me
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| To see my songs can be retold
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| Well I’ll be gone tomorrow
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| Yes I’m on the road tomorrow
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| So next time that I see you in school
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| It won’t be for too long
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| And I’ll let you know
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| When it comes, when it comes
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| I’ll let you know
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| But don’t stay up for me
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| Don’t wait up for me
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| If I’m not home
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| And I want a leather jacket
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| But only if I have the time
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| Well, I’ll comb my hair like Elvis
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| And grab an old Gretsch 59
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| And you’d hardly recognize me if you
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| Saw me from behind
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| And I’ll let you know
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| When it comes, when it comes
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| I’ll let you know
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| And I’ll let you know
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| When it comes
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| Just when it comes
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| I’ll let you know
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| But don’t stay up for me
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| Don’t wait up for me
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| If I’m not home
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| And I’ll let you know
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| I’ll let you know
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| Well I’ll let you know |