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fifty years have ridden off into the sunset
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I'm sorry but I'm just thinking of
the right words to say
I know they don't sound the way
I planned them to be
But if you wait around a while
I'll make you fall for me
I promise, I promise you I will
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I threw away your greatest hits
You left them here the day you split
Your bass guitar and Shaggs CD
Well, they don't mean that much to me right now
I'm going through your things
These days, I'm changing all my strings
I'm gonna write you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
Where you've been hiding out
Are you getting somewhere
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?
You won't get too far from me
Believing everything you read
You're wasted in the great unknown
And I am getting ready to dispose
Of all your vintage clothes
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
Where you've been hiding out
Are you getting somewhere
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?
From your red balloon you were
A super-high-tech jet fighter
Floating over planet Earth
Come back down here, I'll show you where it hurts
Take this bitter pill
Is it easy to swallow?
I'm gonna you a letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
You're never coming down
And are you getting somewhere
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?
-David
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