At nine o'clock each morning down on Charlotte Avenue
The bus
If love is like a roller coaster
Pretty as a circus
He came into town in the early springtime
To work with
Oh no, here we go, and there you go again,
When
I came down from the Cadillac dude ranch, health spaNestled
Here we are
Clinging to what left of a broken
Sweet Abilena looked out at the midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with
If the sunAin't shining brightAnd the moon, the moonWon't shine
Well, all the girls you see walkin' in hereActing like
Spent my life looking for
Happiness like it was buried treasure
Somewhere
I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m.
Raking up
The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins
We
She fixes her hair every morning
Long before seven o'clock
She'll tell
The world explodes in violenceWhile the angels cry in vain'Cause
Blackbird shivers on the old clothes line
When I oughta be
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