by Dean Friedman
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I'm gonna find me a cave, I'm gonna shut myself in and not come out again,
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I'm gonna stay there 'til I rot in my grave, and if someone comes a'knocking,
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I just won't let 'em in.
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Oh, Woman of Mine,
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You picked a mighty fine time to tell me that you're on your way.
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Now that I'm out of my mind,
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Tell me, how the hell I'm ever gonna make it through another day?
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Well, baby, there's just no way.
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I'm gonna rob me a bank, I'm gonna get myself arrested and go to jail,
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I'll spend the rest of my life in a tank.
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And if someone tries to help me, I'll refuse the bail.
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Oh, Woman of Mine,
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You picked a mighty fine time to tell me that you're on your way.
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Now that I'm out of my mind,
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Tell me, how the hell I'm ever gonna make it through another day?
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Well, baby, there's just no way.
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I'm gonna go in my room, I'm gonna turn off all the lights and crawl in bed,
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And like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I'm gonna hold my breath and make believe I'm dead.
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Oh, Woman of Mine,
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You picked a mighty fine time to tell me that you're on your way.
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Now that I'm out of my mind,
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Tell me, how the hell I'm ever gonna make it through another day?
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Well, baby, there's just no way.
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Woman of Mine
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| Dean Friedman |
