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By Matraca Berg, At nine o'clock each morning down on Charlotte Avenue
The bus
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By Matraca Berg, If love is like a roller coaster
Pretty as a circus
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By Matraca Berg, He came into town in the early springtime
To work with
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By Matraca Berg, Oh no, here we go, and there you go again,
When
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By Matraca Berg, Came down from the Cadillac
Dude ranch, health spa
Nestled on the
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By Matraca Berg, I guess, you had to be there, she said, "You
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By Matraca Berg, Here we are
Clinging to what left of a broken
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By Matraca Berg, Sweet Abilena looked out at the Midwestern sky
Sweet seventeen with
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By Matraca Berg, If the sun
Ain't shining bright
And the moon, the moon
Won't shine
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By Matraca Berg, (matraca berg/wendy waldman/josh leo)
Well, all the girls you see walkin'
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By Matraca Berg, Spent my life looking for
Happiness like it was buried treasure
Somewhere
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By Matraca Berg, I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m.
Raking up
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By Matraca Berg, The world is waiting in the drive, another day begins
We
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By Matraca Berg, She fixes her hair every morning, long before seven o'clock
She'll
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By Matraca Berg, The world explodes in violence
While the angels cry in vain
'Cause
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By Matraca Berg, Blackbird shivers on the old clothes line
When I oughta be
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By Matraca Berg, I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I got nubs where my
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By Matraca Berg, Well, I like to walk my dog in the middle
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By Matraca Berg, I hear an echo through the aching distance
I know your
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By Matraca Berg, They say I latched onto you
Like you was the last
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By Matraca Berg, Walking on a cloud
Lighter than air
Don't know where I'm going
My
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By Matraca Berg, It's over, baby, let's face it, baby
I'm seldom on your
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By Matraca Berg, I watch the sun going down while I stand on
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By Matraca Berg, All aboard
The ship is waiting
All aboard, you know I've finally
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By Matraca Berg, Why do I lie here like this
Paralyzed by the truth
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By Matraca Berg, It was a long, hard road, it was all up
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By Matraca Berg, Sunday morning, a quarter past ten
The congregation says amen
The friends
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By Matraca Berg, You can't run from your blues
You can't waltz across Texas
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By Matraca Berg, He ran hard, he ran fast
A fallen angel on a
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By Matraca Berg, Where'd you get the number
Where'd you get the matches
In a