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Monday, December 26, 2011

Jackson C. Frank

I seem to tumble in the wind, I wait for it to begin
and when I look at you, I ain't too proud to say I once loved a girl this way
I bring trouble on my lonesome self, I see danger in each offered help
times are hard, and money just won't come through
I'd be alone if not for you.

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