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Stoney breaks his stride and breaks his heart |
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Stoney put the sickness in the jar |
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Stores it in the darkest place he knows |
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Sadly always keeping it in tow |
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He sings, |
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Am I ever to feel that free again? |
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Am I ever to feel so light? |
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Am I ever to feel that sweet again? |
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Am I ever to feel alright, again? |
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Stoney burns the leaves and hails the smoke |
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Stoney holds the horn commands the stroke |
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Parts the water with his finger tips |
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All the while doubtful of the tightness of his grip |
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He sings, |
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Am I ever to feel that free again? |
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Am I ever to feel so light? |
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Am I ever to feel that sweet again? |
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Am I ever to feel alright, again? Again. |
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Am I ever to feel that free again? |
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Am I ever to feel so light? |
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Am I ever to feel that sweet again? |
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Am I ever to feel alright, again? |
