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A Mind With A Heart Of Its Own - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
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A Mind With A Heart Of Its Own The Pains of Being Pure at Heart

A Mind With A Heart Of Its Own - The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
I remember her standing in the tall grass and cattails
Away from the windows at the end of the day
Watch the men from the landing
With tall hats and coat-tails
She'd never look different
But something would change

A mind, with a heart of its own
A mind, with a heart of its own
Yeah a mind with a heart of its own

Well the man out to end us had a hurricane business
He'd raise them from babies all by himself
But his teen-age accountant had become surrounded
He drank up the party and everyone left

A mind, with a heart of its own
A mind, with a heart of its own
Yeah a mind with a heart of its own

Well I been to Brooker and I been to Micanopy
I been to St. Louis too, I been all around the world
I've been over to your house
And you've been over sometimes to my house
I've slept in your tree house
My middle name is Earl
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