.Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.
Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.
But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river.
You call me 'my darling' and I call you 'Indian giver'.
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in my bed.
Four walls are a prison when your heart's.
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