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The sun, the moon and the stars |
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they make the wind blow |
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It took me twenty years to understand |
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Lost to me are how the lives of friends go |
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like autumn leaves in Oklahoma wind |
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But it made me strong to be on my own |
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It never did me no harm to live all alone |
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Oh, but now and then |
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in the colour of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom |
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with a fan turning |
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I've come to miss a few |
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This afternoon was cloudy and the rains came |
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Third day of my first day San Miguel |
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Seems lately that I'm doubling as Storm bait |
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I've been followed like a shadow through the dell |
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But it made me strong to be on my own |
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It never did me no harm to live all alone |
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Oh, but now and then |
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in the colour of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom |
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with a fan turning |
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I've come to miss a few |
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Dear friends and relations |
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see what I have done |
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I've gathered all my fingers in one place |
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They breathe a breath that's deadly stale |
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since they tooled a song for me |
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I guess mechanics never really set the pace |
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Cause I'm back and I'm strong |
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I'm here on my own |
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It never did me no harm |
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to live all alone |
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Oh, but now and then |
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in the colour of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom |
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with a fan turning |
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I've come to miss a few |
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The sun, the moon and the stars |
|
they make the wind blow |
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It took me twenty years to understand |
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But lost to me are how the lives of friends go |
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like autumn leaves in Oklahoma wind |
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...oh, but now and then |
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it's in the colour of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom |
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with a fan turning |
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I'll come to miss a few |