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You feel it all the time |
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You're peering through the rime |
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You see it on your wall |
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You grieve and limn the squall |
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As I make my descent on the barroom floor |
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Need no more where the light looms |
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Maim my desire for these night fumes |
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Wasted again in the south |
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In the south |
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And oh my God |
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Now I'm scaling |
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Measured loss |
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Prone to flee this |
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In time you will end |
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The rive will mend someday |
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Living a life alone |
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In cars and ancient homes |
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I'm sewn in country sleep |
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with threaded love I keep |
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As I lay down my head on the hardwood floor |
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Need no more shiver pine strewn |
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Take back the time, paralyzed cue |
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Defeat of a man never found |
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Never found |
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And oh my God |
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Now I'm failing |
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Severed loss |
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Leave me something |
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To lean on |
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'Cause I've seen for far too long |
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These nights come have their way |
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On my lone wilted frame |
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But I will seek the |
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Yes, I will seek the |
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and I will seek the lave |
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Floating on lost springs |
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To faithful heights I cling |
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Sorrow stole my youth |
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What's left I'll give to you |
