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There’s a cross-eyed woman that I want to come

into my room, I’m in love with her squint.

But she doesn’t understand, she can’t understand

she’s becoming my song again.

She sometimes looks out through the window

and stare, wonderin' what she means to the Earth.

She paint herself bruises for she can’t understand

she’s becoming my song again.

(Whistle)

She cuts out her hair each time she don’t care

what the people think about her,

she’s as free as she can, she’s not for anyone

she’s becoming my song again.

She’s not like a woman, she’s not like a man,

she’s like anyone I ever met.

And I wrote about her walking down the rain,

she’s becoming my song again.

And give me some day or some time or somewhere,

but, baby, I can’t sleep, understand.

Give me some troubles, give me some help

but, baby, I can’t sleep, understand

you’re becoming my song again.

(Whistle)

And I’m asking where she is to the wind

but the wind don’t awnser me.

She may be rocking for all I’ve forgotten,

she’s like a quite shadow for me.

And I know that she would never drink my wine

for you’re wondering why.

She could heal my wounds, the money I spend,

she’s becoming my song again.

And give me some day or some time or somewhere,

but, baby, I can’t sleep, understand.

Give me some troubles, give me some help

but, baby, I can’t sleep, understand

you’re becoming my song again.

(Whistle)

And give me some day or some time or somewhere,

but, baby, I can’t sleep, understand.

Give me some troubles, give me some help

but, baby, I can’t sleep, understand

you’re becoming my song again.

You’re becoming my song again.

You’re becoming my song again.

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