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Buffalo Tom
I'm not cryin' for ya
I'll let the angels bore ya
I'm just tryin' to understand

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 I'm callin'
Julie you just keep on walkin'

I can't laugh at all that matters
I can't sleep at night without a stare

But I'm not cryin' for ya
Is that a big box for ya
I'm just tryin' to make some
Make some change

I am sick of your goldfish manners
I am sick of being in my head

No one talks about my problem
No one really cares if I'm not here

But I ain't cryin for ya
My greenest eyes are for ya
I'll get up and fly some... someday

Hold my hand and hold my temper
Hold my ticket while I go away

Cause all the earth and all the angels
All the crystal crosses are the same
They're the same

But I ain't dying for ya
Built that big box for ya
Ma I'm tryin' to pre..., to pretend

Mom, oh ... MOMMA

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 I'm calling
Julie keep on walkin'
Keep on walkin'