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Black river flows so slowly there's no knowing its direction |
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Just as aimlessly I followed you acourtin your affection |
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As surely as it's flowin down |
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I'll hear that high lonesome sound |
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Another solitary sun west bound |
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Towards lonesome sundown |
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Lonesome sundown, lonesome sundown |
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Lonesome toil Lonesome task |
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Bring us comfort from the past (from the past) |
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Stroll bold down the path quietly (ooh) |
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So great what we don't have (ooh) |
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Sun shining reminding us |
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Of comfort from weather beaten hands |
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Sunset homesick silhouette |
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Against the rope burned west |
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Lonesome sundown, lonesome sundown |
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Feel no need to reason why the sun will rise and set |
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(I won't believe that it's a claustrophobic countdown to oblivion) |
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Just as I (') burden are seen with no regret |
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(That's just too much) |
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Heading west out across the tracks |
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Then deep currents draw me back |
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Still waters can often hide the fact |
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Two hearts are crossed so deep |
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Lonesome sundown, lonesome sundown |
