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I bronzed my shoes and I hung ’em from a rearview mirror

Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
Bronzed admiration in the blind spot of regret
There was all these things that I don't think I remember
There was all these things that I don’t think I remember
Hey, How lucky can one man get. —John Prine
Hey, How lucky can one man get.
—John Prine

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