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Lonesome Ranger

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still I'm on my way.
To new air, new places, new faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

Working along the highway all day.
People driving by saying all kinds of things.
Asking the occasional amonish and farmer for one or two favors.
A place to park the trucks, a place to get up and start.
One, Two, Three, and it's ready set go.

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still I'm on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

The night comes and the sun is gone.
The stars mark the way.
I can see the city lights before I arrive.
God their so bright.
Which bar am I going too?
With the money that has been made.
It is time to celebrate.
The weekend has come and soon my brian will be gone.
Hooking up with another one stand.
Cause nobody want to be with a man that is never home.

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

From the mountain, to the backwoods, and rivers, down to the valley of Pennsylvania.
I would never leave this place not for all the gold in the world.
A mix of every culture, from the all these Catholic Yanks, to the invading spanish and indians, to rednecks that seem more backwards then the ones from the south, to the everlasting Mennonites.
The whole state is covered in all kinds of trees.
So much variety a place that always makes me happy.

I'm traveling in this beat up pick up truck.
The back seat door doesn't even open up.
Each and every day I have no clue where I'm going.
But still on my way.
To new air, new places, no faces.
How do you do stranger?
I feel like the lonesome ranger.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Stranger In My Own House

(a capella: she said: boy, your luck is running out...she make me feel like a stranger...in my own house)
I come stumbling in at a quarter to three
To the sound of my own dog growlin at me
Im scared to move or turn on a light
Youve got me creepin around in the dark
Like a thief in the night
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got no place to live
I never feel at home
I walk into the kitchen to see whats there
Im tired and Im hungry but the cupboards bare
Ive been working all day and all night too
I cant believe this is all I have to come back to
I guess Ill take a look upstairs, in the danger zone
I wonder what Im doing here
When I never feel at home
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im a stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
I see the do not disturb sign on my bedroom door
What is this sheet and pillow laying on the floor
I wore out my welcome
I hear you loud and clear
Its time to get a few things straight around here
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
Ive got a place to live but I never feel at home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Stranger in my own house
Ill huff and Ill puff and Ill blow this house down
Cant be a stranger in my own house
Ive got no excuse, I should have known
With a woman like you Im better off alone
Im a stranger in my own house
Ive got the keys to the door
But Im still locked out
Im just a stranger in my own house
Oh, honey Im home
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
You got a lion on your hands girl, not a mouse!
Im just a stranger in my own house
Im just a stranger in my own house
Well, somebodys got to go...
Stranger
Stranger

song performed by by Foreigner
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My Home

How do I find my way back?
I've strayed too far from home.
I've gone so many places
for so many days.
I've even been to Rome.

I have seen so many sights now.
It seems to me that somehow
that every place I've ever seen
were places in-between
from the place that is my home.

My search for brand new places
and all those other places
never filled the gap
as I crossed the map,
so far from my sweet home.

For I missed the landscape,
the place that I grew up in.
The old familiar faces
were not in the places I've been.
And now I must retrace my steps.

I've searched this world all over.
Too long I've been a rover.
I'll take a trip on back
for I'm on the wrong track.
I wonder what I'll find at my home?

Nothing seems the same now.
Familiarity has changed somehow,
except for the peace I feel around me.
'Cause in my memory I still can see
the place that is my home.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Moving II

Back and forth
Taking its meaning to heart
Looking to wanting a place
Where everyone is a stranger
Back and forth
Living makes you smart
Able to run the race
Where there is no danger
Home to home
No time to have a start
A constant chase
Wandering like a free ranger
Place to place
Back and forth
Home to home
Settle

poem by Missy Lynn
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Faces

Key:-a - anita r - ray
A: look around you
What do those faces tell you?
R: faces, joy and pain
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: people, people all over town
Some of them are poor and others wear a crown
Ive seen alot of many faces
Joy and pain in different places
Open your mind, set yourself free
Figure it out, what could it be?
Sympathise, understand
Give love and peace to the other fellow man
A: faces
R: faces, joy and pain
A: look around you
Do you see those faces
What do those faces tell you
A: everywhere I go, different faces I see
A: faces
All around different faces I see
Some are happy, some in misery
They express joy and pain
No two faces are the same.
R: playing with your life, playing with your soul
You all scream out Im the one in control
Killing of the colours, silly stupid games
You know who you are without no names
Dont mess the world cause that the sequal
Open your mind cause we talking about the people
In the world, all kind of places
Different races, different faces
A: different faces
Everywhere

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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City Lights

Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
Home from work got your money in your pocket
Pull on your boots brand new suit
If you had the chance youd hock it
For a night on the tiles
And a shot of midnight fever
Get off your back get on the track
Tune in your receiver oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
Truck down the street feeling kinda funky
Get on the beat shuffle your feet
Never know you might get lucky
You got love on the brain
Flashing like a neon
Feed 'em a line
Give 'em a sign
Theyre looking for a come on oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
No way to stop when the musics in your body
Into the night feel all right
No time for feeling sorry
You go down to the club
With the old familiar faces
Buy 'em a drink kick up a stink
Everybodys going crazy oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
Oh I love those city lights

song performed by by 10 Cc
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A Poem of Hunting, Fishing, and a Truck

I throw my gun in the back of my truck
With it I hope to kill a 12-point buck
While in the woods, BANG! I see the deer fall
I take him home, freeze the meat, and mount his horns on my wall

I grab my pole and tackle box and head to the lake
At this time in the morning, I feel barely awake
There is no school today, I’m glad there is no class
A mighty tug on my line, I hook a large mouth bass

There is nothing like hunting; waiting for the kill
Cutting and cleaning the meat my freezer I’ll soon fill
Deer steaks and deer jerky have such a great taste
And with his head on my wall nothing goes to waste

I like fishing, fishing is fun
Fishing underneath the rising sun
I like catching the fish and putting them in a net
Fish is a great dish when the table is set

My truck is unstoppable; it can’t beat
I slam the door and strap myself in the seat
I start the engine and press the gas to the floor
My truck takes off and my engine lets out a roar

I wouldn’t be able to hunt or fish if it wasn’t for my truck
With it I carry poles, guns, and my fallen buck
I pull my boat with my truck in four-wheel-drive
At my destination I always arrive

poem by Glaedr the poet
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Rock Of Life

Big beat talk to me
Waking up blind with the house on fire
Well I pick up my guitar, (I tune up)
I look in the mirror
Its like a stranger in my hand (the baby is crying)
There comes a time when the boy must leave (get up)
And the man has to enter
For the soul to understand (all of the changes)
As if it aint hard enough this life Im living in
I was caught with my guard down
When the world came knocking
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me
I feel the back beat, the rock of life
Waking up blind with the house on fire
Is it something in my head (look up)
Or the time of season
Or the little boy in my hands (must be a reason)
Yeah, theres new meaning in my life (a shake-up)
But theres pain and confusion
And Im trying to understand (all of the changes)
Ive been cut so deep but I cant make it bleed
I was caught with my head in the sand
When the world came knocking
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me
I feel the back beat, the rock of life
It aint no perfect life
This one Im living in
And I was caught with my guard down
When the world came knocking
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me
I feel the back beat, the rock of life

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Void

I've seen so many faces
These hands have lied before
I've kissed so many lips it's blocked my mind
I've whispered bullshit, nothings
I've cried alone in night
I thought I'd found the one a million times
But doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
I let a stranger love me
I gave away my pride
I bit my lips, so I could block my mind
I've called your name to others
Just like a spinal chord
Severed and broken but the spark still tries
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the noise?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
They don't know you like I do
They don't see the good inside you
They don't lie with you in bed and join you when you're dreaming
They don't see your softer side
Who'll be there to turn your light on?
Who will try to wash away the stain that love has left us?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone kill the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone bring the noise?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?

song performed by by Darren Hayes
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The Magic of the Breeze – 32 I used to travel by train

I used to travel by train
Previously too – The travel
At night, the distant lights
The stars in sky, hopeful dreams
The sound of thundering wheels
Singing a song to the rhythm
Of the beat of the heart of steel
The rush of the wind
Standing by the door
I used to think what means all this
The fury and sound, the very travel
The people I used to meet or travel with
No one has been able to erase the sadness
Or ease the pain I feel when traveling
I used to feel all alone by the door
And life speeding by towards the end.
I have enjoyed my travel too
In groups with friends now far apart
I remember days gone by never to come
But, however long the distance
I used to stand at least half the time.
With you I now sit and enjoy
It is no longer a pain
Before travel was business
Travel was necessary and unavoidable
It was an escape sometimes
Just the act of traveling – running away
But, I always had to come back
And face life alone, just alone.
Now, you have shown me
The other side of travel by train
The train is still the train
The people, crowd all are the same
But yet not the very same,
You and I, no one else I see
Time, with it all people, the crowd
Are frozen in time and none exists
Other than just the two of us
I myself am in a dream till the end
Drinking the air and feeling
The breeze and you fill each cell
I no longer think, I only wait
To feel the brush of your touch
And the kiss of the breeze!

poem by Angelina Pandian
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Weighing Heavily On Your Mind

You know the days when you feel that your life is slipping through your fingers, and there is nothing you can do. It is one of those days today. It is weighing on my mind whether to stay or go. You feel like giving up the job, your hobbies, the lot, just turn your back and start a new somewhere else.

The problem is, what about your friends, what will they think? They’d probably want the best for you, but they would not want you to go. However sometimes its for the best, to go away and start a new life somewhere. Just say goodbyes and then just go. Disappear to who knows where, try not to shed a tear too much, nor regret what you are about to do. Just put the old life away on a shelf, try and tell yourself it didn’t exist at all.

Oh, I wish it was that easy. Memories of places and faces of friends would still be there at the back of my mind. They don’t disappear that easily I have found. I think to myself, I’ve done this before, it will only be the closing of just another door, another chapter on my life. Maybe sometime in the future another door will open, and behind it I will find some old friends. Who knows what the score will be. As for right now a decision has to be made. Still I am pondering what I am going to do. I might just leave that decision for a day or two.

Who knows someone of something might make me change my mind. But whatever I decide there is one thing I know. I think whatever I decide it will be a bit of a struggle inside.

poem by David Harris
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It Doesn't Seem It But Believe

It doesn't seem it but believe,
The time has flown so fast.
It doesn't seem it but believe,
The time has flown so fast.
One minute we are wiping a nose.
And the next second...
It seems,
We're now all old.
It doesn't seem that the time has flown away so fast.

It doesn't seem it but believe the time has flown so fast.
It doesn't seem it but believe the time has flown so fast.
Was it yesterday we said hello,
To the one we wanted to do that...good rock and roll.
It doesn't seem that the time has flown away so fast.

It doesn't seem it,
But believe...
The time has flown so fast.

It doesn't seem it,
But believe...
Some thoughts we have we should let pass.

You cain't change a game played when it's over.
Nor can you redefine a lover who has gone to another.

Yes as cruel as it can be,
To see a time we lived to see flee fast.
From a rocking seat!
Yes as cruel as it can be,
To see a time we lived to see flee fast.

It doesn't seem it but believe it that the time has flown so fast
From a rocking seat!

You cain't change a game played when it's over.
Nor can you redefine a lover who has gone to another.
It doesn't seem that the time has flown away so fast.
From a rocking seat!
It doesn't seem that the time has flown away so fast.

It doesn't seem it,
But believe...
The time has flown so fast.
From a rocking seat!

It doesn't seem it,
But believe...
Some thoughts we should have let go pass.
From a rocking seat!

And there we sit by a window looking older.
With plans to feed a cat,
At the back door.
Who meows for leftovers.
It doesn't seem that the time has flown away so fast.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crossword

Walking on air, shoulder and head above you.
Down in the street, black canyons walking through.
Hooded sad eyes, fixed on your shuffle shoes.
Life is a clue in your crossword.
Typewriter turk. telephone terror takes time to wind down.
Push-button finger shakes.
City of dreams. back to your quiet nightmare.
Your life is a clue in the crossword.
Working to rule in your own time.
Drag yourself home to your star sign page.
Staying awake on cold yesterdays steak and warm beer.
Ladder of string --- climbing to sweet success.
Homework aside. your brain on the train to test.
Pick up the news (you left on the seat beside you).
Your life is a clue in the crossword.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Into The Great Wide Open

Eddie waited till he finished high school
He went to hollywood, got a tattoo
He met a girl out there with a tattoo too
The future was wide open
They moved into a place they both could afford
He found a nightclub he could work at the door
She had a guitar and she taught him some chords
The sky was the limit
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue
The papers said ed always played from the heart
He got an agent and a roadie named bart
They made a record and it went in the charts
T he sky was the limit
His leather jacket had chains that would jingle
They both met movie stars, partied and mingled
Their a&r man said I dont hear a single
The future was wide open
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue
Out in the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue
Into the great wide open,
Under them skies of blue
Into the great wide open,
A rebel without a clue

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Stranger

Maybe she was smilin in the mirror
Maybe I was too, cause I was stoned
Singin every sad song on the juke-box one more time
Honey, they were hittin close to home
And I said - maybe thisll make you think Im crazy
Honey, dont feel lonesome if you do
But if you wanna make a young man happy one more time
Id sure like to spend the night with you
Chorus:
And she said - stranger
Shut out the light and lead me
Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too
And while we lay there, makin believe you love me
Stranger, could I believe in you
Maybe you got all you got together
Maybe you keep rollin like a stone
Maybe some old lonesome songll take you by surprise
And leave you just a little more alone
Chorus:
Singing - stranger
Shut out the light and lead me
Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too
And while we lay there, makin believe you love me
Stranger, could I believe in you
Chorus:
Keep singing - stranger
Shut out the light and lead me
Somewhere - shut out the shadows, too
And while we lay there, makin believe you love me
Stranger, could I believe in you

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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I Felt Insulted

I once did a task,
I thought would make others pleased.
I accomplished this with sacrifice...
Hoping this would elevate their priorities.

But they were of limited mindsets.
A bigger picture they could not see.
And one day I got a knock on my door.
From two who came to say...
'We appreciate your efforts.
And the quality of your deeds.
If you want us we are here,
To take you where you wish to go.
To hand out some flyers to promote us...'

Excuse me?
Say what?

You've come to do that,
So I can advertise your abilities?
And accomodate 'my' needs?
For 'me' that is what you will do?
So I can continue to observe you sit?
And watch you eat on my time too?

I felt insulted.
They had no clue as to why!
So I closed the door.
On them and that project...
I said a final goodbye!

And they wanted to get paid.
With a few tickets they sold.
And with lesser time spent,
To promote themselves made!
These Negroes were bold.

They had no clue as to why,
I felt insulted.
So I closed the door.
Not to re-open it again!
On them and that project...
I said a final goodbye!

'When folks begin to take advantage...
Disadvantage your input,
From those who do the taking.
And be sure the time you take for yourself,
Is for you to make better use.
And no one else!
Disadvantage your input.
Make some time for yourself.'

I have.
And I thank You, Father.
That was well stated!

'Thank you!
You are too kind! '

You think?

'Well...
I think your desires to assist others,
Within a certain creativity...
To get them to feed themselves,
Is a bit ambitious!

You know how some folks can be,
When they perceive these things.

As if they do 'you' the favor!
And trust me...
Everytime I hear them in prayer,
I understand what you mean!
I gotcha back, bruh!

Don't feel like the lone ranger,
Kimosabee!
Me see with eyes clear,
As I gaze upon the horizon.
Fixed I am...
In your heart and mind.
In this hemisphere...
And beyond, all the time! '

Father?

'Yes, My son.'

Why is it, Father.
You seek and go for the dramatics?

'You know they are from Detroit? '

WHO Father?

'The DRAMATICS!
What and 'who' are you talking about? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wino And I Know

The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Home For The Holidays

Oh, theres no place like home for the holidays
cause no matter how far away your roam
If you long for the sunshine and a friendly gaze
For the holidays you cant beat home sweet home
I met a man who lived in tennessee
And he was looking for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
Now in pennsylvania folks are traveling
Down to dixies sunny shore
The atlantic to pacific
Oh, the season is terrific
Oh, theres no place like home for the holidays
For the holidays you cant beat home sweet home

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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(There's No Place Like) Home For The Holidays

Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'Cause no matter how far away your roam
If you long for the sunshine and a friendly gaze
For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home
I met a man who lived in Tennessee
And he was looking for
Pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
Now in Pennsylvania folks are traveling
Down to Dixie's sunny shore
The Atlantic to Pacific
Oh, the season is terrific
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home

song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Detroit Rock City

... congressional reports. president ford says that hes disappointed with
Congresss performance. in detroit, a pontiac, michigan youth was reported
Dead at the scene of a head-on collision on grand avenue this morning. the
Youth was reportedly driving on the wrong side of the boulevard when he
Struck a delivery truck and was catapulted through the windshield of his
Car. the driver of the truck is reported to be uninjured. the identities
Of both men are being withheld by local police.
County legislatives today are expected to rally to the aid of striking
Longshoremen in hopes of ending the 9 month deadlock ...
..roll all night and party every day
I wanna rock and roll all night and party every day
I feel uptight on a saturday night
Nine o clock, the radios the only light
I hear my song and it pulls me through
Comes on strong, tells me what I got to do
I got to
Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat
You gotta lose your mind in detroit rock city
Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat
Getting late
I just cant wait
Ten oclock and I know I gotta hit the road
First I drink, then I smoke
Start up the car, and I try to make the midnight show
Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat
Movin fast, doin 95
Hit top speed but Im still movin much too slow
I feel so good, Im so alive
I hear my song playin on the radio
It goes
Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get down
Everybodys gonna leave their seat
Twelve oclock, I gotta rock
Theres a truck ahead, lights starin at my eyes
Oh my god, no time to turn
I got to laugh cause I know Im gonna die
Why
Get up
Everybodys gonna move their feet
Get up
Everybodys gonna leave their seat

song performed by by Kiss
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Back On The Corner

Im back on th corner
Im right back on th corner
Ive been in this condition so many times before
Back by my lonesome
Im right back by my lonesome
Just watching th people going from door to door
Ive got to change my ways
And try to quit this place
cause one of these rainy days
Im gonna need a friendly face
Im back on th corner
Im right back on th corner
Ive been in this condition so many times before
Ive got to change my ways
And try to quit this place
cause one of these rainy days
Im gonna be a mental case

song performed by by Van Morrison
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