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Sour Suite
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The Guess Who
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Written by Burton Cummings
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Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
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Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
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Not this mornin'
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I don't wanna think about the night before
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Or maybe it's a bore behind that open door
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Got no time for that this mornin'
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If I had the mind or I had the time
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Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
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And tell about my warnin'
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But it's too late now
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It's too late now
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It's too late now
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I don't wanna think about a runaway Dad
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That took away the only thing that I've ever had
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Don't even miss him this mornin'
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I don't wanna think about a cold goodbye
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Or a high school buddy got a little too high
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I can't help him out this mornin'
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Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see
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And perhaps it's just as well, 'cause I'd rather be in hell
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Than be a wealthy man this mornin'
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But it's too late now
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It's too late now
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It's too late now
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Whatever happened to images, 'cause now they're gone
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And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin' on
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Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
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A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
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It's just like 4 6 2 O 1
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It's just like 4 6 2 O 1
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Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?
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And broken faces, half with melting eyes
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Enough of riddles that just play with time
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'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
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I'm back here in 4 6 2 O 1
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I'm back here in 4 6 2 O 1
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Some bed is waitin' for me 'round the corner now
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I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
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Back here in 4 6 2 O 1, yeah
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Mmm, there's gotta be a few small changes made
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Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
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Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
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Leave me alone this mornin'
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Sour Suite
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| The Guess Who |
