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I should have spent my time sailing overseas, doing just as I please I think of the future, my friend agrees. My friend says I prophecy that the pie in the sky for one out of twenty here becomes a supreme idea Half-baked or burned out, I try thinking like this, then sent home a loving letter - sealed with a kiss What do you know? Let's take this real slow. I couldn't be alone now. I couldn't go solo Things being equal, it all comes around, to the last of the dead wood, still lying on the dead ground I try remember and keep to me better things like the air and the sky showing clear Why waste your love on someone else when you need all, all you can get? I should have spent my time sailing overseas, doing just as I please I think of the future, my friend agrees. My friend says What do you know? Let's take this real slow. I couldn't be alone now. I couldn't go solo