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The first thing that |
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I reach for every morning |
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Is a pack of smokes layin' by my bed |
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Yes I've read the surgeon general's warning |
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But that don't take the warning out of them |
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What I want |
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And what I need |
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Have always been different things |
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The last thing mama reached for every |
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Sunday Was my mortal soul as she walked out the door |
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She'd say boy you're gonna need |
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Him someday |
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But I wanted to sleep off the night before |
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What I want |
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And what I need |
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Have always been different things |
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What I want is to give up |
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Just let go |
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And walk out on us |
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But what I need |
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Is to see this through |
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Oh and find a way |
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Back to you |
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The last thing that |
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I reach for every evening |
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Is a woman who |
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I can't reach anymore |
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Time is worn the new off of the feeling |
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And right now |
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I want to just walk out the door |
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But what I want |
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And what I need |
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Have always been different things |
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What I want |
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And what I need |
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