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Always look so good on the outside |
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When you get to believin' it's true, |
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Then you know that you're on your way |
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People tug on your shirt, say you're lucky |
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You've got ev'rything you want, but you don't |
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Yet you dare not say |
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Go downtown people runnin' around |
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They climb slowly draggin' you downtown, |
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Horns make a dent in your mind |
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Plush rooms make a blindin' your eye to see, |
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Blindin' me. Light, lovely light, |
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Won't ya' shine in my window |
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Love, precious love won't ya' fill ev'ry room, |
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Been too long on the road. |
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Maybe cynics veins are my life blood |
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Maybe bitin' the hand that I feed so I'll try |
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Try to understand what it is that devours your freedom, |
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Makes you drop what you used to hold in your heart. |
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All the things you planned |
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Go upstairs with a someone who says she cares, |
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Like the devil she does, |
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What comes ever into your mind? |
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Then gone, leavin' you with the coldest room, |
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Oldest gloom. Warm, won't you be, |
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Please be there in my winter. |
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Love, precious love won't ya' come full circle, |
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Been too long on the road. |
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How can I do this to myself? |
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Have I taken leave of my senses? |
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What kind of changes make a man |
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Want to tear down all his fences |
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Whoa, I'd like to know. Home ever home, |
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How could I ever doubt you |
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Love, precious love, how could I live without you? |
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Been too long on the road. |
