Every dream that I dream
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Seems to float on by
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Like a cloud in the wind
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Way up in the sky
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Every move that I make
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Seems to be the wrong way
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Like a cold black night
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After a summer day
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What can I do
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What can I do
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Nothing to say but it used to be
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Nothing to say but it used to be
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What can I do
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You still play my guitar
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With a smile on my face
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Now everything's changed
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My whole life's rearranged
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From the day I was born
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Sidle Jinks was my name
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Though I tried and I tried
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That name still remains
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What can I do
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What can I do
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Nothing to say but it used to be
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Nothing to say but it used to be
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What can I do
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What can I do
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What can I do
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What can I do
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What can I do
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I hear voices all singing
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But no one is there
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It's a ghost of my life
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Bringing past tense to mind
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Lokin' key inside me
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From the freedom and sin
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Oh come let me in
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I'll start all over again
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What can I do
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What can I do
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Nothing to say but it used to be
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No no no no no no no no no
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What can I do
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What can I do
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What
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What Can I Do
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| Smokie |
