Well I woke up this morning
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The place was such a wreck
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I couldn't reach the bathroom
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Thought I'd better clear the deck
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I tried to call the lawyer
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And asked him what to do
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He referred me to his doctor
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Who referred me back to you
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And when you checked the manual
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You kept in side the case
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It said 'put it in a cool dry place'
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I drove around the city
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Looking for a room
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That was high above the water
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Where my things could be in tune
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There was no one to help me
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Nobody even cared
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I had to go through hell
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To get those things up there
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I paid my first subscription
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Then I joined the idle race
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and they said 'store it in a cool dry place'
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I got guitar, basses, amplifiers and drums
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Accordions and mandolins and things that sometimes hum
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Cymbals and harmonicas, capos by the score
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And lots of things in boxes laying all around the floor
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Some places they get mildew
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And others get too hot
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Some places are so damp that
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Everything you got just rots
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All kinds of condensation
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A direct result of rains
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There's not much compensation
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When everything's been stained
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Some have sentimental value that
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Cannot be erased
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Go store it in a cool dry place
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We got solids and acoustics
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And some from plywood board
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And some are trimmed in leather
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And some are made with gourds
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There's organs and trombones
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And reverbs we can use
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Lots of dx-7s
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And old athletic shoes
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I bought a great big building
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That took up one whole block
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I made an inventory
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Of all the things in stock
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The place was getting longer
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I was up all night
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I used up all my pencils
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But I went on despite
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The blurring of my vision
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The sweat upon my face
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I've got to put this stuff away
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I mustn't leave a trace
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The landlord's breathing down my neck
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He says it's a disgrace
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So I said 'put it in a cool, dry, place.'
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Cool Dry Place
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| George Harrison |
