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By townes van zandt |
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Could it be the season's changin' |
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The winds of winter rearranging |
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All the leaves like fallin' queens of sorrow |
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Could be the freezing rain a-fallin' |
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Could be sad september callin' |
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Or maybe its knowin' she'll be gone |
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Come tomorrow |
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Well, it's strange how many tortured mornings |
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Fell upon us with no warning |
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Lookin' for a smile to beg and borrow |
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It's over now, there is no returning |
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A thousand bridges sadly burning |
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And light the way i have to walk alone |
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Come tomorrow |
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I guess that no amount of lying |
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To myself will stop the crying |
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I guess i have to take things like they are |
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The facts are plain to see, it's only |
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That i ain't used to being lonely |
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Like i'm gonna be without you |
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Come tomorrow |
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Come tomorrow |
