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Well I tried to make it Sunday, but I got so damn depressed, that I
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set my sights on Monday, and I got myself undressed,
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I aint ready for the altar, but I do agree there’s times,
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when a woman sure can be a friend of mine
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Will you meet me in the middle, will you meet me in the air,
Will you love me just a little, just enough to show you care,
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Though I tried to fake it, I don’t mind saying, I just can’t make it
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Well I keep on thinkin’ bout you, sister golden hair surprise, and I just
can’t live without you, cant you see it in my eyes? I been one poor correspondent
and I been too, too hard to fine, but it doesn’t mean, you ain’t been on my mind.