Think I'll pack it in
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and buy a pick-up
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Take it down to L.A.
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Find a place to call my own
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and try to fix up.
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Start a brand new day.
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The woman I'm thinking of,
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she loved me all up
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But I'm so down today
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She's so fine, she's in my mind.
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I hear her callin'.
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See the lonely boy,
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out on the weekend
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Trying to make it pay.
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Can't relate to joy,
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he tries to speak and
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Can't begin to say.
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She got pictures on the wall,
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they make me look up
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From her big brass bed.
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Now I'm running down the road
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trying to stay up
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Somewhere in her head.
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The woman I'm thinking of,
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she loved me all up
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But I'm so down today
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She's so fine she's in my mind.
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I hear her callin'.
|
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See the lonely boy,
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out on the weekend
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Trying to make it pay.
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Can't relate to joy,
|
he tries to speak and
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Can't begin to say.
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Out On The Weekend
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| Neil Young |
