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i get the other sunday i woke up early went down to the record shop you said hi with the pencil i wrote a postcard and i wrote about injustice about cruelty you know me i'd rather mope around all day then try and feel better and let things go my way these small things make a difference the boys club door who needs it they saw me walking i got a ride home and its not you its me mom its your friend i want this day to end i walked slowly to the window wearing the Tshirt with my face on it (honky-tonk piano solo) From Letras Mania