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Love endures, it clings away |
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When asked to leave, it begs to stay |
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Like the perfect song at imperfect times |
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It's the way the chords struck with the rhymes |
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So let your troubles roll by |
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He knows he can help himself |
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He can tell by a look at the books on his shelf |
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And someone, somewhere loses her son |
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Before her own sunset is said and done |
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And she dreams of sunflowers bent-over |
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Frozen in the snow and thinks Colorado |
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But then plays her life back in slow motion |
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To keep in touch with that raw emotion |
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In the night, crushed empty can |
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Olive oil is waiting for her man |
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To come in from the fight |
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That will change their life for good this time |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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Let your troubles roll by |
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Like New Year's eve, tonight's underway |
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But tomorrow you'll wake up afraid of the day |
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'Cause underneath the scars of your broken dreams |
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An undone war still wages and stings |
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You fear the year will blow |
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Like a breeze through a rainbow |
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You swear it's there, but you can't grab a hold |
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So you sit and cry and wonder why, why |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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Let your troubles roll by |
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So many cities and windows and lives |
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And through each one there's a soul that strives to survive |
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So pay no mind, my sorrow's fine |
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The day is alive and that's why I cry |
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It's a New Year's toast, grab your list to conspire |
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The last snake hissed as he was thrown in the fire |
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You've come far, and though you're far from the end |
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You don't mind where you are, 'cause you know where you've been |
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Like a culture vulture sprawled out on the floor |
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Like a dead devil sailor washed up on the shore |
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With nothing of note but the old captains coat |
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And a burning boat, you just sank with your salty tears dry |
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Let your troubles roll by |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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When all of your tears dry, let your troubles roll by |
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Let your troubles roll by |
