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Ain't it a shame babe how your words fall in an empty place |
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No one to follow or to trace |
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No wonder you are like you do |
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Holding your change out you're wrapped up within all your cares |
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The waitress is stacking the chairs |
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And holding the notes to the tune, |
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And all your precious stones |
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They won't help keep you afloat |
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Don't say you ain't been told |
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When this river rolls over you |
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Haven't you heard babe how the speechless are storming the stage |
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Carrying the cards that you've made |
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And lifting the tone of the room |
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Ain't it the way how when the cavalier is blocking the road |
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Resisting all things he's been told |
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And luring us out to the moon |
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And all the seeds you've sewn |
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Under this wait creek and groan |
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Don't say you ain't been told |
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When this river rolls over you. |
