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Well, I can't recall, one time in my life, |
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I've felt as lonely as I do tonight. |
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I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more, |
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It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before. |
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Tonight I feel like an old violin, |
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Soon to be put away and never played again. |
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Don't ask me why I feel like this, hell, I can't say. |
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I only wish this feelin' would just go away. |
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I guess it's 'cos the truth, |
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Is the hardest thing I ever faced. |
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'Cos you can't change the truth, |
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In the slightest way. I tried. |
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So I asked myself, |
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I said: 'John, where'd you go from here?' |
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Then like a damned fool, |
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I turned around and looked in the mirror. |
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And there I saw, an old violin. |
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Soon to be put away and never played again. |
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So one more time, just to be sure, |
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I said: 'John, where in the hell do you go from here?' |
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You know that when a nickel's worth of difference, |
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And I looked in the mirror, that's when I knew. |
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That there I was seein', an old violin. |
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Soon to be put away, and never played again. |
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And just like that, it hit me, |
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That old violin and I were just alike. |
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We'd give our all to music, |
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And soon, we'd give our life. |
