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(S. Van Zandt) |
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Outside the church bells toll |
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For this wasteland we call home |
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There's nowhere left to hide or run to |
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Daddy drank real hard late at night |
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He'd say without love life's a long fight l promised |
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I'd win one fight for him, babe |
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The storm outside is raging |
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I close my eyes, l think about you, babe |
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I think about you, girl |
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There's got to be something left worth saving |
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We've wasted too much time |
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I played the fool |
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I played the soldier |
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But my struggling days are over |
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I wanted everything |
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When all l needed was you, babe l didn't understand |
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I was just a young boy |
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All I wanted was the rich man's play toys |
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I didn't really care how |
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I got there, baby |
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Now I've seen a thousand dreams die |
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In the oil fields, in the coal mines |
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No need to wonder why |
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Nobody's satisfied lately |
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The storm outside is raging |
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I close my eyes l think about you, babe |
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I think about you, girl |
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There's got to be something left worth saving |
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We've wasted too much time |
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And I played the fool |
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I played the soldier |
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But my struggling days are over |
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I wanted everything |
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When all l needed was you, babe |
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All I needed was you, girl, yea |
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All I needed was you, babe |
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Little Jake |
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Music ASCA |
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