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Everythin' went from bad to worse, |
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Money never changed a thing, |
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Death kept followin', trackin' us down, |
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At least I heard your bluebird sing. |
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Now somebody's got to show their hand, |
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Time is an enemy, |
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I know you're long gone, |
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I guess it must be up to me. |
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If I'd thought about it |
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I never would've done it, |
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I guess I would've let it slide, |
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If I'd lived my life |
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By what others were thinkin', |
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The heart inside me would've died. |
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I was just too stubborn |
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To ever be governed |
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By enforced insanity, |
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Someone had to reach |
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For the risin' star, |
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I guess it was up to me. |
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Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out |
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And the orchids are in bloom, |
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I've only got me |
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One good shirt left |
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And it smells of stale perfume. |
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In fourteen months |
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I've only smiled once |
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And I didn't do it consciously, |
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Somebody's got to find your trail, |
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I guess it must be up to me. |
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It was like a revelation |
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When you betrayed me with your touch, |
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I'd just about convinced myself |
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That nothin' had changed that much. |
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The old Rounder in the iron mask |
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Slipped me the master key, |
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Somebody had to unlock your heart, |
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He said it was up to me. |
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Well, I watched you slowly disappear |
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Down into the officers' club, |
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I would've followed you in the door |
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But I didn't have a ticket stub. |
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So I waited all night |
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'Til the break of day, |
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Hopin' one of us could get free, |
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When the dawn came over the river bridge, |
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I knew it was up to me. |
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Oh, the only decent thing I did |
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When I worked as a postal clerk |
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Was to haul your picture down off the wall |
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Near the cage where I used to work. |
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Was I a fool or not |
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To try to protect your identity? |
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You looked a little |
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Burned out, my friend, |
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I thought it might be up to me. |
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Well, I met somebody face to face |
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And I had to remove my hat, |
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She's everything I need |
