Wake up in the morning
Get into bed
Closing my eyes
I rest my head
There is no arrangement
No time no place
It's gone in the wind
And left no trace
Who can say, maybe or whatever,
It's up to you
You know you can trust me
I'll make it up to you
You move with the action
You loosen my strings
Your fingers can smooth out my jangles
And all those things
Grease on the handle and the tangles in my hair
They always seem to go together
I don't care
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