April, the cruelest month
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I reckon this much could be a contender
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There's only so much sorrow a man can take
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I cant change my face, Don't you remember
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You know when I was on the road
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That me and you was on the rocks, so low
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Should never have got talkin' all that jive
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Now theres only one way for me to stay alive
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Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
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20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
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Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
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Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
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20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
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Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
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So long to contentendedness
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I reckon next time I'll march in favor
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So long I've felt a blessedness
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No more is this a taste I want to savor
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I Know how I dig you on
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You can know only see, so far
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But never was there more to say
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Less, to do, before, turn away
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Drivin' in my Puegeot hey-ay, yay-ay
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20 inch rims with the chrome now hey-ay, yay-ay
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Blazin' out Yo La Tengo hey-ay, yay-ay
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Drivin' round poppin' with the top down hey-ay, yay-ay
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Playboy
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