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April, the cruelest month |
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I reckon this much could be a contender |
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There's only so much sorrow a man can take |
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I can't change my face, don't you remember |
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You know when I was on the road |
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That me and you was on the rocks, so low |
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Should never have got talkin' all that jive |
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Now there's only one way for me to stay alive |
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Drivin' in my Peugeot hey, ya |
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20 inch rims with the chrome now hey, ya |
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Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey, ya |
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey, ya |
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Drivin' in my Peugeot hey, ya |
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20 inch rims with the chrome now hey, ya |
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Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey, ya |
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey, ya |
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So, long to contentendedness |
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I reckon next time I'll march in favor |
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So, long I've felt a blessedness |
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No more is this a taste I want to savor |
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I know how I dig you on |
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You can know only see, so far |
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But never was there more to say |
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Less to do before turn away |
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Drivin' in my Peugeot hey, ya |
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20 inch rims with the chrome now hey, ya |
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Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey, ya |
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey, ya |
