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Who do you love, I hope it’s me
I’ve been changing, as you can plainly see
I felt the joy and I learned about the pain that my mama said
If I should choose to make it part of me
Would surely strike me dead, and now I’m
One toke over the line, sweet Jesus, one toke over the line
Sittin’ downtown in a railway station, one toke over the line

Ain’t it the truth

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