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Grupo Trinidad

Looking back on when I Was a little nappy headed boy Then my only worry Was for Christmas what would be my toy Even though we sometimes Would not

Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this

Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick, And think of you Caught up in circles confusion-- Is nothing new Flashback--warm nights-- Almost left behind

(B. Parker) You'd better take it easy, baby, before you go away You've got me, baby, but you'll get yours someday You'd better, baby, (watch your step