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My goodness is a tumbleweed, blowing away from me |
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I neglected the garden, it wilted and it hardened |
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Like a lifeless bouquet |
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I let it blow away |
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Blow away, hey yeah |
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And if I pass my goodness on the road, if |
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I see it on the blacktop |
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And if I recognize and ask to hold it |
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Would it take me back, |
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LordTake me back, would it take me back |
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My love is a broken wing |
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And it doesn't beat |
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I neglected the arrow that tore into the marrow |
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In a feather cascade |
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I let it blow away |
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Blow away, hey yeah |
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And if I pass my love beside the road, if |
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I see it on the blacktop |
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And if I recognize and ask to hold it |
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Would it take me back, |
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LordTake me back, would it take me back |
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And if I pass my goodness on the road, if |
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I see it on the blacktop |
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And if I recognize and ask to hold it |
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Would it take me back, |
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LordTake me back, would it take me back |
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Take me back |
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Take me back |
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Who would take me back |
