Something More What’s in that head of yours? I guess I’ll never know. You hang around for awhile but then it’s time to go. When a train whistle cries, you get the next stop blues. The stretches of loneliness are how you pay your dews On day there will come a day when you can’t get around. You’ll retire your waking shoes, and then you’ll settle down…
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