| As I sat down thinking for a while,
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| My mind spread a thousand miles.
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| Thinking about the sunshine,
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| That dry my clothes on the line.
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| Thinking about the rain,
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| That spilled better on my window pane.
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| And the sinfull people,
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| Who come a long way in vain.
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| My mind keeps going on, on and on and on,
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| As I sing my little song,
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| Thinking 'bout my girl who has left me and gone.
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| My mind keeps going on, on and on and on,
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| As I sing my little song,
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| Thinking 'bout my girl who has left me and gone.
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| As I sat down thinking for a while,
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| My mind spread a thousand miles.
|
| Thinking about the sunshine,
|
| That dry my clothes on the line.
|
| Thinking about the rain,
|
| That spilled better on my window pane.
|
| And the sinfull people,
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| Who come a long way in vain.
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| My mind keeps going on, on and on and on,
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| As I sing my little song,
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| Thinking 'bout my girl who has left me and gone.
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| Thinking 'bout my mother. |
| and my father too!
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| Thinkign 'bout my sisters. |
| and my brothers too!
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| Thinking 'bout my life. |
| and my future wife.
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| My mind keeps going on, on and on and on,
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| As I sing my little song,
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| Thinking 'bout my girl who has left me and gone.
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| My mind straight on and on, on and on and on,
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| On and on and on. |