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  1. Ramona
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Lyrics

I’m thanking God she’s asleep now
I gave her up for dead
I think I’ll cook us some breakfast
And drink away my throbbing head
She wants to wait for the phone call
Someone to drive her home
I told her no one would be coming
She will wake up alone

Ramona
You know I’m talking to you
Ramona
There isn’t much I can do

I try to listen to problems
But I find it hard to define
A simple truth I can cling to
I think it’s all in her mind

Ramona
Look at the mess that you made!
Ramona
I’m trying hard to be brave

But I will not paint your picture
I will not turn the stone
I will not count your blessings
These are the things you own!

Ramona
You know I’m talking to you
Ramona
There isn’t much I can do
Ramona
Look at the mess that you made!
Ramona
I’m trying hard to be brave