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Broken tape recorder blues, Got me wondering and dreaming of you, who could have thought? who could have knew? days wear
on, I sing my songs, I scratch in notebooks, and hum along, words so foriegn wrotten about me, seas so blue, cause you do
without me, spreads like forests', I'm the bounty, hunt me down, maybe then you'll see, no tortured spirit resides within
me, just cold and black, so full of pity, I spent it all, spared you a penny, morning came I thought I knew, the answers were
gone, so little and few, like the smoke I sat and blew, fighting words just for you.
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