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Liza Radley, see the girl with long hair See her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight And all the people in the town where we live say She's not quite

I fell in love again All things go, all things go Drove to Chicago All things know, all things know We sold our clothes to the state I don't mind, I

Oh, stop thinking of tomorrow, don't stop thinking of today You're not getting any younger, you've got nothing to explain You've got resolutions, you

I call ye cabin neighbors I call you once my friends But I trust when you labor And put my head to rest But I was on the hatch I was on the avalanche

All things passed in the pick-up, found my brother's badge Abraham is alive and well in the pick-up And his wife casts no more spells in the pick-up

I don't care to say What I failed to recognize Every single day From the poker to the prize Running out of Springfield, I worked for the Capitol Air

Up in the highest of heights, O'Hara blinks and fights This land is yours, this land is mine I see the captain in red and Cairo at his head This land

What's the worth of all the work of my hands and the worst of on lake Michigan. Gettin' solid walls with the no it alls, get in trouble, we're so mellow

from jumping out of my skin This ain't no covert operation I don't have that much concentration I'm lost in this fog of contradiction I toast to the extras