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By townes van zandt |
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My days, they are the highway kind |
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They only come to leave |
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But the leavin' i don't mind |
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It's the comin' that i crave. |
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Pour the sun upon the ground |
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Stand to throw a shadow |
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Watch it grow into a night |
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And fill the spinnin' sky. |
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Time among the pine trees |
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It felt like breath of air |
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Usually i just walk these streets |
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And tell myself to care. |
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Sometimes i believe me |
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And sometimes i don't hear. |
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Sometimes the shape i'm in |
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Won't let me go. |
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Well, i don't know too much for true |
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But my heart knows how to pound |
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My legs know how to love someone |
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My voice knows how to sound. |
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Shame that it's not enough |
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Shame that it is a shame. |
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Follow the circle down |
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Where would you be? |
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You're the only one i want now |
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I never heard your name. |
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Let's hope we meet some day |
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If we don't it's all the same. |
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I'll meet the ones between us, |
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And be thinkin' 'bout you |
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And all the places i have seen |
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And why you where not there. |
