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Rode that train all day |
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We didn't get a drop of wine to taste |
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Everybody movin' around my place |
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Like bees in a hive |
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Like someone famous died |
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I finally found my common ground |
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Eyes of rain was comin' down |
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All your paintings back in mouths |
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They didn't make a sound |
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But they got found out |
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And I'm headin' out to |
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Santa FeI look back then |
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I look away |
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Way that that blue sky fades |
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Feels like |
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I'm runnin' away |
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Babe I know you know |
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Just 'cause |
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I'm back on the road |
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It don't mean your face don't show |
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In all my dreams and |
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Oh I'll be back for you |
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You know the way |
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I getWhen |
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I haven't had my coffee yet |
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Well that's the way |
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I also get |
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When I can't get through |
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It's been a month or months too |
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And I don't live my time like |
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I shouldBut they're killin' off my childhood |
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Taking all my heroes babe |
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One by one |
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Everyone famous is gone |
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So I'm headin' back to |
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SantaI look back then |
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I look away |
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Way that that blue sky fades |
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Feels like |
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I'm runnin' away |
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Babe I know you see |
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Just how hard it is for me |
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To unpack my clothes and shoes |
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And stay right here with you |
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I don't know how to |
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And it's a hard day |
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And it's a hard night |
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And I can't find the way |
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To make it right |
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So I'm headin' back to |
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SantaI look back then |
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I look away |
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Way that that blue sky fades |
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Feels like |
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I'm runnin' away |
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Babe I know you see |
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Just how hard it is for me |
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To unpack my clothes and shoes |
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And stay right here with you |
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I don't know how to |
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I don't know how to |
