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Eric Clapton - Malted Milk |
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I keep drinking malted milk, |
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trying to drive my blues away. |
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I keep drinking malted milk, |
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trying to drive my blues away. |
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Baby, you're just as welcome to my loving as the flowers is in May. |
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Malted milk, malted milk, |
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keep rushing to my head. |
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Malted milk, malted milk, |
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keep rushing to my head. |
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And I have a funny, funny feeling and I'm talking all out my head. |
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Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time. |
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Baby, fix me one more drink and hug your daddy one more time. |
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Keep on stirring my malted milk, mama, until I change my mind. |
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My doorknob keeps on turning, |
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there must be spooks around my bed. |
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My doorknob keeps on turning, |
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there must be spooks around my bed. |
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And I have a funny, funny feeling and the hair's rising on my head. |
