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Dudek |
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Early mornings on me |
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Lord and I'm so lonely |
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It's hard to face the mirror |
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Much less face the day |
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I'll lie back down in bed |
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And smoke a cigarette instead |
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And dream about a woman I may never see |
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Lyin' down beside her meadows green |
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Her eyes are on me |
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Like sun a shining |
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Giving light to the shadows of my blues |
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Love her laughing |
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Love her sigh |
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And I wish that I could hold her for a lifetime |
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But a dreams a dream |
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Born to die |
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Sometimes I'll just let my mind fade away |
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Fade away |
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But lately I'm inclined to let things stay this way |
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Stay this way |
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Traveling through this place unknown |
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Will this old gypsy find his home |
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He may lose his way but never |
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Will he lose the memory |
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Of your laughter |
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Of your eyes |
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Oh I wish that I could hold you for a lifetime |
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But a dreams a dream |
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Born to die |
