I’m at my best when I’m at my worst I’m at my worst when it’s not rehearsed I don’t wanna…
Turpentine and dandelion wine/ I’ve turned the corner and I’m doin’ fine/ Shootin’ at the birds on the telephone line/…
She smiles, walks the other way/ As the last ship sails and the moon fades away/ From Black Diamond Bay
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