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lyrics

Ramona, Ramona
your song is so sad and sweet
but it's not really you it's me
doing all the thinking
doing all the speaking

Ramona, Ramona
You make me feel just like a child
a child all alone
a child without a home
a child without a home

Ramona, Ramona
I'm sittin on the bathroom floor
too drunk to talk
too drunk to talk
about what's really goin on

Ramona, Ramona
Just let me hold you in my arms
Until your strings are all worn
Till i aint feeling down and out
Till i find something, something to smile about

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from "Beat Les Troubador", released September 13, 2012

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