I hate to see the evening sun it's always always going down
Feeling two times like I feel, feel tomorrow like I feel today
I'll pack up and go away, pack my stuff and get away
I'm feeling two times like I feel
today, feel tomorrow like I feel today
May she, may she, may she treat you well
See that woman with her silver rings
Wasn't for laughter or her puppets strings
May she, may she, may she treat you well
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