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They're still racing out at the Trestles |
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But that blood it never burned in her veins |
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Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview |
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And a style she's trying to maintain |
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Well if she wants to see me |
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You can tell her that I'm easily found |
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Tell her there's a spot out 'neath Abram's Bridge |
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And tell her there's a darkness on the edge of town |
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Everybody's got a secret, Sonny |
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Something that they just can't face |
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Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it |
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They carry it with them every step that they take |
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'Till some day they just cut it loose |
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Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down |
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Where no one asks any questions |
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Or looks too long in your face |
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In the darkness on the edge of town |
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Some folks are born into a good life |
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Other folks get it anyway anyhow |
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I lost my money and I lost my wife |
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Them things don't seem to matter much to me now |
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Tonight I'll be on that hill 'cause I can't stop |
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I'll be on that hill with everything I got |
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Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost |
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I'll be there on time and I'll pay the cost |
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For wanting things that can only be found |
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In the darkness on the edge of town |