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When the wine stops working |
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And you're all run out |
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And all of your high hopes have all headed south |
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And the songs left the stable and they never came home |
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And there ain't no forgetting that you're out on your own |
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Turned the scrub oaks to timber and you're left without friends |
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And you don't put your book down even after it ends |
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Smoke curls up from the table in your quiet little room |
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And your heart's worn the handle of an old pushing broom |
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Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish anyway |
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Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house |
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That was darkened for days |
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Been thinking you probably should stay |
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When the going is long gone |
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And the kick drum won't kick |
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When you fumble with your fiddle and you're fresh out of tricks |
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And the horseflies are biting but the fish never do |
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And your heart's a thousand colors but they're all shades of blue |
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Broken bottles shine just like stars, make a wish anyway |
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Just your smile lit a sixty-watt bulb in my house |
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That was darkened for days |
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Been thinking you probably should stay |
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Yeah, I think that you probably should stay |
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And our dreams on the windowsill |
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See those trees turning gold in the hills |
