(originally by Neil Young)
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Think I'll pack it in 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 and try to fix up
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Start a brand new day
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The woman I'm thinking of, 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, 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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She got pictures on the wall, 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 trying to stay up
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Somewhere in her head
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The woman I'm thinking of, 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, 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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| Bright Eyes |
