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Pretty Please:
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Way back down the river road
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where the squitos breed.
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A redhawk rides the high wind,
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high above the trees.
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Lazy Dog sleeps the day away, lougin in the shaaade.
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No other place I rather be,
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and there ain't no other pretty faces I'd rather see.
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I down on my knees crying pretty please.
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It's winter and the wind today is blowin round my ears.
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I been hangin around for so long now, I'm the last leaf on the tree.
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Hidin out in the headline's ????
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Chorus:
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Feels like I wadin in the weeds.
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Searching the sky until my eyes begin to bleed.
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I'm down on my knees cryin pretty please.
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Pretty Please
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| Blue Mountain |
