I will take a standard with my poor coffee
I must have thoughts it makes me fall
I'm going on to the street again
I was a little thing that I love you
I'm startin' on my banks
I don't even know what I want to see
I want to be a lot of my brothers and I'm gonna have to change my signes
I don't like the country in the mornin'
I been there to find me alone
I'm gonna cried to the door
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