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She's got me tied in a knot |
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That's what |
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I thought she'd do |
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Don't ask me what's on my mind |
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I'm fine, |
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I'll push on through |
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Not much to see on this angry street |
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So I'll sleep the day away |
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Look past my barnacled mind |
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And in time |
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I'll roll the stone away |
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While we still have the daylight |
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I might look these lessons in the eye |
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While we still have the daylight |
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I might become some brand new kinda guy |
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Brass knuckles and birds on a wire retire |
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But no one gets free |
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I'd pay to tear these chains away |
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This steel sympathy |
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Cut bait and cold black forty weight |
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No one can sing for me |
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They fall down with grease in their eyes and cry |
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How could this come to be? |
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While we still have the daylight |
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I might look these lessons in the eye |
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While we still have the daylight |
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I might become some brand new kinda guy |
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While we still have the daylight |
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I might look these lessons in the eye |
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While we still have the daylight |
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I might become some brand new kinda guy, kinda guy |
