she won't speak to me
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won't speak
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and it's all my own fault
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baby i'm afraid to let you know
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they stole the show and towed the rowboat
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though slow
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we're on the go like rabbits in the snow
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baby i'm a lonely kind of man
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like a rapper with a forty in his hand
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i can't stand
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when you talk about that other man
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every day i watch the tv shows
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it's getting so i know the shows hosts
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i don't boast
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maybe i should try and make the most
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i'm always biting more than i can chew
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to lose the blues i choose to flew the coop
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who knew?
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is it news that you were out the loop?
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dreaming is a singing of the mind
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and taste is like seeing to the blind
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Myster Juice
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| Sean Lennon |
