| I’ve carried my thoughts for quite a time
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| It’s so hard for me to keep them
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| And if I put them down into this book
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| It might be easier to sleep then
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| There’s a lot of tunes that’ll never be sung
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| Because the faith and rules have changes
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| Now I’m singing one last song
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| In honor of a lady who could turn my head around
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| And I’m thinking about her
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| A woo, woah, I’m thinking about her
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| I’m thinking about her, oh yeah
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| Well, Caroline came and then she went
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| We just couldn’t get together
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| But then I tried a lot of different scenes
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| I couldn’t find anything better
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| All my troubles made me think of a time
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| When I had a woman named Pauline
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| And now I’m singing one last song
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| In honor of a lady who could turn my head around
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| And I’m thinking about her
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| A woo, woah, I’m thinking about her
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| I’m thinking about her, oh yeah, okay
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| Rafine had a tender smiley face
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| Don’t always make a lady
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| You can pull it all out of a makeup case
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| While your mans in the parlor waiting
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| I believe I found the perfect girl
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| But I didn’t have the sense to keep her
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| And now I’m singing one last song
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| In honor of a lady who could turn my head around
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| And I’m thinking about her
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| A woo, woah, I’m thinking about her
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| I’m thinking about her, oh yeah
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| I’m thinking about her, oh yeah
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| I’m thinking about her |