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(You’ve) Got Mail
Growing old in Tennessee
The valley the streams I never fished upon
Got some bricks and some faulty legs
The oven stares at me and says use me
I’m getting asthma from the dust settling
My weight bears down on all that I want
Struggle to cross and get my mail
Mayor looks upon but he’s in the same boat
We got mail I don’t know about you
The valley the streams I never fished upon
Got some bricks and some faulty legs
The oven stares at me and says use me
I’m getting asthma from the dust settling
My weight bears down on all that I want
Struggle to cross and get my mail
Mayor looks upon but he’s in the same boat
We got mail I don’t know about you
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