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Wake to fine moonshine
Every minute feels a mile
Lordy, please don't let it be
You gonna take that girl away from me
Now I don't mind any line
Though I can see no sense in trying
And, a heart that seems too good to find
You're always way beyond two steps behind
The meanest rain i've seen thus far
Cut straight into the crossing guard
When I returned, all I felt was stoned
And the one I love in bed, alone
But i cannot be the one she adores
She'll never see her bedroom floor
All the bluest things are left up to choice
These spanish mysteries control my life
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