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James Taylor Dad Loves His Work

follow me now, follow love. I must follow love, follow love. I will fall in love. I will follow love, follow love, anywhere it leads me. I will follow love, follow love, follow love

: Believe it or not, I've been waiting for you to come through, love of my life. Believe it or not, I've been waiting for you to come through, love of

the window. His mind in his whiskey and his body in a folding chair, far beyond repair. I enter his vision, he watches me look for my seat. He makes his

: I do believe, I must believe, I think I can begin again. Become again the man I was back when. So I'm walking on your streets again, feeling now as

you a call. It used to be your town, it used to be my town, too. You never know till it all falls down, somebody loves you, somebody loves you. Darling, somebody still loves

Believe it or not, I've been waiting for you to come through, love of my life. Believe it or not, I've been waiting for you to come through, love of

you a call. It used to be your town, it used to be my town, too. You never know till it all falls down, somebody loves you, somebody loves you. Darling, somebody still loves

morning comes. And papa's knocked out with his head in his lap. Mama likes to think that he's taking a nap cause he's working so hard, working all night

in the window. His mind in his whiskey and his body in a folding chair, far beyond repair. I enter his vision, he watches me look for my seat. He makes his