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Everything went from bad to worse |
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Money never changed a thing |
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Death kept followin, trackin' us down |
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At least I heard your bluebird sing |
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Now somebody's got to show their hand |
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Time is an enemy |
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I know you're long gone |
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I guess it must be up to me |
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If I'd thought about it, I never would've done it |
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I guess I would've let it slide |
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If I'd paid attention to what others were thinkin' |
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The heart inside me would've died |
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But I was just too stubborn |
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To ever be governed by enforced insanity |
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Someone had to reach for the risin' star |
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I guess it was up to me |
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Now, the Union Central is pullin' out |
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The orchids are in bloom |
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I've only got me one good shirt left |
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And it smells of stale perfume |
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In fourteen months I've only smiled once |
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And I didn't do it consciously |
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Somebody's got to find your trail |
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I guess it's gonna be up to me |
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It was like a revelation |
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When you betrayed me with your touch |
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I'd just about convinced myself |
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Nothin' had changed that much |
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The old rounder in the iron mask |
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He slipped me the master key |
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Somebody had to unlock your heart |
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He said it was up to me |
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Now, I watched you slowly disappear |
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Down into the officers club |
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I would've followed you in the door |
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But I didn't have a ticket stub |
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So I waited all night till the break of day |
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Hopin' one of us could get free |
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Oh, when the dawn came over the river bridge |
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I knew it was up to me |
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The only decent thing I did |
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When I worked as a postal clerk |
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Was to haul your picture down off the wall |
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Near the cage where I used to work |
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Was I a fool or not |
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To protect your real identity? |
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You looked a little burned out, my friend |
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I thought it might be up to me |
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I met somebody face to face |
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I had to remove my hat |
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She's everything I need and love |
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But I can't be swayed by that |
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It frightens me, the awful truth |
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Of how sweet life can be |
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But she ain't gonna make a move |
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I guess it must be up to me |
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Now we heard the sermon on the mount |
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And I knew it was too complex |
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It didn't amount to anything more than |
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What the broken glass reflects |
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When you bite off more than you can chew |
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You gotta pay the penalty |
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Somebody's got to tell the tale |
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I guess it must be up to me |
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Dupree came in pimpin' tonight |
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To 'The Thunderbird Cafe' |
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Crystal wanted to talk to him |
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I had to look the other way |
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Now, I just can't rest without your love |
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I need your company |
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You ain't gonna cross the line |
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I guess it must be up to me |
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There's a note left in the bottle |
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You can give it to Estelle |
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She's the one you been wonderin' about |
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But there's really nothin' much to tell |
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We both heard voices for a while |
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Now the rest is history |
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Somebody's got to cry some tears |
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I guess it must be up to me |
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So go on, boys, play your hands |
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Life is a pantomime |
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The ringleaders from the county seat |
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Say,"You don't have all that much time" |
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And the girl with me behind the shades |
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She ain't my property |
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One of us has gotta hit the road |
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I guess it must be up to me |
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If we never meet again |
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Baby, remember me |
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How my lone guitar played sweet for you |
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That old time melody |
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And the harmonica around my neck |
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I blew it for you, free |
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No one else could play that tune |
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Ya know it was up to me |
