Feb 2017
"Cry my a river,"
Whenever you would cry.
Drove out of town,
To drown in that river,
But it ran dry.
So I drove back, singing,
"This won't be that the day that I die."
Whenever you would cry.
Drove out of town,
To drown in that river,
But it ran dry.
So I drove back, singing,
"This won't be that the day that I die."
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