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(Mary Gauthier) |
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Born a bastard child in |
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New Orleansto a woman |
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I've never seen |
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I don't know if she ever held me |
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All I know is that she let go of me |
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I passed thru like thunder |
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I passed thru like rain |
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Passed out from under |
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Good-bye could have been my family name |
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Every time |
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I settle down it happens |
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I get a restless feeling |
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I can't control |
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I hit the wall, then |
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I hit the highway |
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I've got the curse of a gypsy on my soul |
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So I move thru like thunder |
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I move through like rain |
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Moving out from under |
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Good-bye could have been my family name |
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I can't break free of the winds that blow me |
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They roll in like a |
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Gulf Coast |
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HurricaneI'd love to stay now but |
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I don't know how |
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Hold me honey till |
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I'm gone again |
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When it's time to leave forever |
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I pray the |
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Lord don't take me slow. |
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I don't know where |
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I'm goingI just wanna say good-bye and go |
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And I'll move thru like thunder |
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Push thru like rain |
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Pushing out from under |
