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‘Cause it just ain’t my cross to bear. transcribed by paul gongola. all the hurt, all the pain. Oh, tell me ’bout the car I saw. And when it’s time for leavin’, I hope you’ll understand. And I ain’t here a wonderin’ why.
A re-arrival of my health. No, it’s not okay. Which lies have I been hiding. That isn’t true. Either way. I’ll keep you in my locket. Don’t forget that your body will let it all go. I did my best not to make things worse.
It seems like many dim years ago. the driver with his eyebrows furrowed in the rear-view mirror. I think I understand. In daydreams of Birdland. From girls who just have to tell me. Finely tuned like fancy women.