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Have you not heard the wind
A-crying the blues
He sings every night in my ears
He calls out your name
In cascading harmonies
Saying, "Lover, come back to me"

Free at last to love and leave
Try my hand at anything, baby, I please
Shoot the eight ball
Quit while I'm still out ahead
Pick up the sunshine
Turn her and spin her around in my bed

But the trouble is I do recall
The sweetness of your smile
It was sweeter than life
Sweeter than love free from hate
And I may forget what day it is
May forget who I am
But I'll never forget when the teardrops fell

Free at last to love and leave
Try my hand at anything, baby, I please
Shoot the eight ball
Quit while I'm still out ahead
Pick up the sunshine
Turn her and spin her around in my bed

Free at last to love and leave
Try my hand at anything, baby, I please
Shoot the eight ball
Quit while I'm still out ahead
Pick up the sunshine
Turn her and spin her around in my bed

He sings every night in my ears
He calls out your name
In cascading harmonies
Saying, "Lover, come back to me"

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