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Windy old head |
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I sang along with the words that she said |
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Happy and bad |
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'Where goes the time?' |
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She asked me once |
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Oh and if you don't mind |
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Give back my heart when you go |
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Begging bowl blues |
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Wrapped round my head |
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Like a fistful of news nobody reads |
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Me and her name I can't recall |
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I was never the same after she left me |
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And oh I missed her so |
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Never thought much of her reason to go |
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And well, she cast a spell |
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Under I fell in a useless hello |
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Useless old day |
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Wishing the hours would take me away |
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Just for a while |
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Nobody's crook, stealing an answer |
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Oh why does he look drunk as the day he was born? |
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Ragged and torn, lives for the money these days, |
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What a joke |
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And once, twice is a sin |
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Couldn't get in with the elegant folk |
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I cannot wait any longer |
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And I cannot claim to be free |
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Whenever it seems like I'm losing |
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The begging bowl blues follow me |
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And she cannot say that she's happy |
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And I cant be sure if I care |
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I got wrapped up in the money |
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And the begging bowl blues kept me there |
