Everyone has their own myths
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If not their father's troubles
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It's the mother's kiss
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But me would you save my life
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Or take it away from me - stab me with a knife
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Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
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To fly across the cobalt sky
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And leave me down below, I know
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To bend my neck and wave goodbye
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You pictured in black and white - clouds stay 'til night
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Don't make the day look right
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You in a beatnick black beret - out on a sunny day
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Make the crows fly away
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Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
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To fly across the cobalt sky
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And leave me down below, I know
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To bend my neck and wave goodbye
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Hey you could find it in yourself, I know
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To fly across the cobalt sky
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And leave me down below, I know
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To bend my neck and wave goodbye
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Wave goodbye
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Wave goodbye
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Wave goodbye
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Wave goodbye
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Wave goodbye
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Wave goodbye
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Rules
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| Buffalo Tom |
