by Dean Friedman
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Even our old friends who should've known better
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They said, "She's heading for ruin. Turn away and forget her?"
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But they don't know you like I do. They don't love you.
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You can let down your hair.
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You can let down your hair.
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You can let down your hair.
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The summer's over.
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You ask why I need you. I have my reasons.
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The stars have the sun, but they never have seasons.
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Here, I brought some things to read. Here's my good deed.
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You can let down your hair.
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You can let down your hair.
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You can let down your hair.
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The summer's over.
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Helper of angels, wretched and vile.
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His only defense a perpetual smile.
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Something must have gone awry. Please don't ask why.
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You can let down your hair.
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You can let down your hair.
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You can let down your hair.
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The summer's over.
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You Can Let Down Your Hair
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| Dean Friedman |
