Don't tell me hard luck stories
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And I won't tell you mine
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Don't tell me hard luck stories
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And I won't tell you mine.
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Every time you're feelin' fine
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Got another good one on the line
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It slips away,
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You feel it slip away, slip away.
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I don't want no more from you
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Won't do what you want me to
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Turn me loose
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Come on turn me loose,
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turn me loose.
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Every time I'm feelin' good
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The phone rings
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and I knock on wood
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Hoping that it won't be you
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Calling like you always do.
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All you ever seem to say is
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How much bad luck came your way
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You won't try to start again
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You just count
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on your old friends.
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Don't tell me hard luck stories
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And I won't tell you mine
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Don't tell me hard luck stories
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And I won't tell you mine.
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Now you call up every day
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Got no money no place to stay
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That girl made a mess of you
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You got what was comin' too.
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Build her up and let her down
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Tastin' everythin' in town
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Treat her right, you never
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Treat her right, treat her right.
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Now she's gone and you're alone
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Bite your fingers to the bone
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Slip away,
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You feel it slip away, slip away.
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You don't know what's goin' on
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How you lost it, what went wrong
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What ever happened to
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The love that you once knew.
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Don't tell me hard luck stories
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And I won't tell you mine
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Don't tell me hard luck stories
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And I won't tell you mine.
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Hard Luck Stories
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| Neil Young |
