she left you 1958
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when the thought of another fifteen years
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was more than she could face
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but did you miss her much well hey
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you never gave her too much thought
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in your newspaper grey
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so waste away to morro bay
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you never got around to yesterday
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but money is for taking yes
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and rich is what to be forsaken grey
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and giving it away
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and even jesus has a price
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you're making credit card donations to television faith healers
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born again missionaries come to morro bay
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they saved your body but your mind hey
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and everything you earned
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you're going to throw it all away
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and waste away tomorrow
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c.a. is where everybody falls down off the wagon under the wheels
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remember 1970
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when the thought of a day without a drink
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was more than you could face
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but did you miss her much well hey
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you never gave her too much thought
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in your newspaper grey
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so waste away to morro bay
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saved your body but your mind paid
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but money is for taking yes
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and rich is what to be forsaken
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grey and giving it away
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you're going to hurt somebody if you can
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you're going to make somebody understand
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baby you're a rich man
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baby you're a rich man
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Rich
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Lloyd Cole |