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I don't know where I'm going, |
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Don't know where I've been. |
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'Cause I haven't seen my baby, |
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Since I don't know when. |
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I'm walking down that long road, |
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With a smile up on my face. |
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I'm broken-hearted, |
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But you won't see a trace. |
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Feeling disconnected, |
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These blues are out to kill. |
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Sweep them in the corner, |
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Put 'em in the bin. |
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All right so you don't sympathize, |
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Don't expect that you should. |
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Walk right for one day you might, |
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Run into this patch of gray clouds too. |
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All right so you don't sympathize, |
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I don't expect that you should. |
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Stay bright for one day you might, |
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Run into this patch of gray clouds too. |
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Gravel in my pockets, |
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From the places I have been, |
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The soles of my shoes are paper thin. |
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I got sand here in my pockets, |
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From the place that I come from. |
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That's where I'm going, |
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So I'll say so long, yeah. |