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Sundays - Joy

the Lone Ranger sold his wardrobe
the Lone Ranger sold his bad dog
well you saw him and you could hardly know
cos times change.... I know
some days he's more than humble
on some days he's cold and mad, mad as hell
well you saw him and you can hardly know
it's so strange.... and well I, I know
those lakes of golden water
those lakes of gold are all running out
well you saw him and you could hardly know
it's so strange... and well I, I know

joy, joy, joy

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