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Ten, Ten years Ten years too young to die Too many times I tried to talk you still don't understand Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man But still it's time for me to come I really want to know It is time for me to come, or time for me to go Still, one is not allowed to imagine, the preposterous recall of the ????? Sunday morning got to settle down got to get my feet back on the ground Ten, Ten years Ten years too young to die Ten, nine Eight, seven six Too many times you tried to talk I still don't understand Too many times you tried to say I'm not your kind of man But still it's time for me to come I really want to know It is time for me to stay, or time for me to go Still, one should be advised...????..that his flight is that of one into hell, ha-ha Sunday Monday got to settle down Letras de cancionesgot to get my feet back on the ground Thursday Friday got nothing to show got to be this month I just don't know Sunday Monday got to settle down got to get my feet back on the ground Wedsenday Thursday got nothing to show why don't you tell me something I don't know ?something in a Native American? language? From Letras Mania