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Well, I sold my nice clothes |
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I sold my boots |
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Feel like a tree with a hundred branches |
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But I sold my roots |
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She's all, she's all |
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I got left |
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I watched my best friend leave me |
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Without one look back |
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All those clouds coming in |
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They look so hot and black |
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She's all, she's all |
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I got left |
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Well, she got my heart |
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Inside her hand |
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She could close it up shut |
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And crush me into sand |
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But she don't, but she don't |
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Do that |
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She don't do that |
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Well, ever man, woman, and child |
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That I've ever known |
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Is just a distance voice on the other end |
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Of a telephone |
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She's all, she's all |
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I got left |
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I tried to make someone hear me |
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With my music and words |
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But the sound waves bounced off |
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Everybody's ears but hers |
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She's all, she's all |
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I got left |
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Well, she got my heart |
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Inside her hand |
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She could close it up shut |
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And crush me into sand |
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But she don't, but she don't |
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Do that |
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She don't do that |
