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By kris kristofferson and stephen bruton |
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Monday caught me early |
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Comin' down by surprise |
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Waiting for a signal light to change |
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Breathing something bitter |
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That was burnin' my eyes |
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Thinkin' i'd go drink myself |
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Back home on the range |
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Shot down and sinking fast on sunset strip |
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Holding on to something in my head |
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Everything gets heavy when you're |
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Losin' your grip |
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Nothin' looks as empty as a motel bed |
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Chorus: |
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Lord, i'm still a stranger |
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In this god-forsaken land |
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Farther from my future and my friends |
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I'm gonna take enough |
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To wake me up and make me one |
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Last one night stand |
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Then take me home to something's |
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Gonna smile at me again |
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Break my connections |
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When i shake me loose |
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Give my old equipment to the band |
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Let my friend the devil |
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Pay the rest of my dues |
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Take me home to something's |
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Gonna smile at me again |
