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Looking back over my shoulder wondering how I made it hear |
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For all the smoking and the beer I put into me |
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Looking back over my shoulder wasn't all that long ago |
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There was nothing in this world I didn't know |
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And the bitter wind it came blowing in |
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And my fears were buried it could hide |
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Or that bitter wind, don't it chill you to the bone |
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If you roam all alone in the night |
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Looking back over my shoulder how many miles has it been |
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I still hear the barking dogs and they shout tonight |
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Looking back over my shoulder I see things I should have done |
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And I've got a funny feeling that I've seen my final sunrise |
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And that bitter wind it came blowing in |
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Lord and all I wanted was to shout out loud |
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But that bitter wind carries any mournful sound |
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With the words that should remain if they find me |
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Looking back over my shoulder got some miles on me now |
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There's not much more I could do to keep my heel from going down |
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I'm tired in my bones and Im starting to wonder |
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Can we really call the rhythm when your living on the run |
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And that bitter wind it came rolling in |
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And my fear was moving and I could hide |
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Lord that bitter wind don't it chill you to the bone |
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When your running all alone in the night |
