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by Stephen Stills, Gold Hill
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In the mornin' when you rise
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Do you think of me, and how you left me cryin'?
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Are you thinkin' of telephones, and managers,
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And where you got to be at noon?
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You are living a reality I left years ago
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It quite nearly killed me.
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In the long run it will make you cry.
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Make you crazy and old before your time.
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And the difference between me and you.
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I won't argue right or wrong,
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But I have time to cry, my baby
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You don't have to cry,
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I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry
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I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry
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In the mornin' when you rise
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Do you think of me, and how you left me cryin'?
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Are you thinkin' of telephones, and managers,
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And where you got to be at noon?
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You are living a reality I left years ago
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It quite nearly killed me.
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In the long run it will make you cry.
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Make you crazy and old before your time.
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And the difference between me and you.
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I won't argue right or wrong,
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But I have time to cry, my baby
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You don't have to cry,
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I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry
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I said cry my baby, you don't have to cry
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You Don't Have to Cry
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| Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
