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Tell it to the girl, who stayed here once before.

You've seen her around, but she ain't around no more.

She couldn't take the fighting, the length of my despair.

She kept all the money, good looksand flowing hair.

Regardless of the bad times, we used to keep it good.

Tryin to make it honest, like any two kids should.

We got married in a summer haze, not thinking of the colder days,

And when they came, and man they came, all it seemed to do was rain,

Those dreams of yours and mine lay slain. O how I need them now