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Chopping like an axe
Or maybe Eisenstein
should just relax...
Chopping like an axe
Or maybe Eisenstein
should just relax...
The weekly shot
Never thought I'd make it
Just from playing my guitar
Just a little smile
Always shelters me from pain
Every time I start to slide
I wish upon a star (no matter where we are)
The sun comes out
And dries up all the rain
I'm an honest man
Who refused the shade
On a hot and lonely day
I close my eyes and dream my life away
Just from playing my guitar
Just a little smile
Always shelters me from pain
Every time I start to slide
I wish upon a star (no matter where we are)
The sun comes out
And dries up all the rain
I'm an honest man
Who refused the shade
On a hot and lonely day
I close my eyes and dream my life away
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