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I'm a wildflower by the highway, |
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Up against the rain |
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I'm an old man, growing tired, |
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Getting used to the pain, |
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I'm a wildflower in a garden, |
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Tended everyday, |
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I'm an old dog, hard to love, |
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And even harder to change. |
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But it's no time to be slowing down, |
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It's no time to be turning 'round, |
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You could blow a hole right through this town |
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If I don't ever let you down, |
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I'm a wildflower by the streetlight |
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Where the night begins, |
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I'm an old house, barely breathing, |
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As the walls fall in. |
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But it's no time to be slowing down, |
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It's no time to be turning 'round, |
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You could blow a hole right through this town |
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If I don't ever let you down, |
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I'm a wildflower, and |
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I'm an old man. |
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There's so much in between |
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And it's no time to be standing byit's no time to be asking why |
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You could blow a hole right through this town |
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If I don't let you down, |
