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Woke up with a war in my head, |
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An old man's grumble |
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And an extra space in the bed |
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And if ol' |
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John Prine can't sing the next line |
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Bout something that can make me smile |
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Gonna have be content |
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To stare at yer baby photos til it makes some sense |
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Were you ever mine anyway |
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Speak up as |
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I drop away |
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I wrote down what |
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I think on the head of a matchstick |
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Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all times |
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I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done |
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I fell for you like a doll from a tree |
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Keep a straight stitched face |
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As the ground makes a bed for me |
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I keep my eye where |
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I fell, sends no replies |
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You can run so long from sadness |
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That you're never at home for the fun |
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I cant make excuses |
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For the short hand abuses |
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Thank God it aint a |
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Sunday night |
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I wrote down what |
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I think on the head of a matchstick |
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Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all times |
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I just can't add up the sums to find the damage we've done |
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I wrote down what |
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I think on the head of a matchstick |
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Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me burning out in the lights, sorry for all times |
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I just can't see how it comes the damage we've done the damage we've done the damage we've done |
