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Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate him all day long Out on the highway I hear the moaning that low and lonesome whistle you only know from longing and through those naked trees got the windows blowing orange taking over that cold shoulder racing by I might have known before If I've got this old before I thought I got too cool to give a damn Do you see in dreams at night scenes to spend the afterlife trying to live the last one down Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning now I tolerate him all day long |