(Cummings/Winter/Kale)
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Lookin’ through a pair of sad eyes
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Never feelin’ glad eyes
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Wantin’ things they never had eyes
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In the middle of up stream
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Want the pictures in the green frame
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Reputation with a clean name
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Sing a tune without the dream fame
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For a hundred maybe two
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So smoke big factory
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Now they’re blowin’ up the islands
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And they’re shootin’ in the highlands
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Soon I know they’ll be on my lands
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‘Tis a bitter tale for true
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So smoke big factory
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Smoke Big Factory
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| The Guess Who |
