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What a beautiful song Bobbie Gentry - Apartment 21
“The man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them, inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.”
- Thomas Jefferson | |
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Rain on my Sunday shoes
Pick up the daily news Looks like tomorrow's blues But its better than none Call on the telephone knowin' that he's not home I'll put on the Rollin' Stones And I can have me some fun Start up a flight of stairs Stand up and comb your hair Try not to change things More than you can withstand Get into something new That's made for a year or two Pick up the pieces Where you think they might land Everyday goes Another day's gone Hate to say so but I'm getting older Day by day Take off all your clothes Stand up and wipe your nose Cry for your daddy You lost so long ago Jump on another plane Today it's all the same You can catch me in Boston 'Cause that's how it goes I'm here in apartment 21 Stop by and have some fun Say how ya doin', ya old son of a gun? Look at a photograph Don't it make you laugh? All those changes But what have you done? La la la, la la la, la la la la Lla la la la, la la la, la la la la La la la, la la la, la la la la La la la la, la la la, la la la la Sit down and wrote a song Wait till the days grow long Wait for the autumn wind To blow me away “The man who never looks into a newspaper is better informed than he who reads them, inasmuch as he who knows nothing is nearer to truth than he whose mind is filled with falsehoods and errors.”
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