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By townes van zandt |
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Won't say I love you, babe, |
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Won't say I need you, babe, |
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But I'm gonna get you babe |
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And I will not do you wrong. |
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Living's mostly wasting time |
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And I'll waste my share of mine |
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But it never feels to good, |
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So let's don't take to long. |
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You're soft as glass |
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And I'm a gentle man; |
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We got the sky to talk about |
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And the earth to lie upon. |
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Days, up and down they come |
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Like rain on a congadrum |
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Forget most, remember some |
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But don't turn none away. |
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Everything is not enough |
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And nothin' is to much to bear. |
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Where you been is good and gone |
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All you keep is the getting there. |
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To live is to fly |
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Low and high, |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes. |
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Goodbye to all my friends |
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It's time to go again |
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Think of all the poetry |
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And the pickin' down the line |
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I'll miss the system here |
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The bottom's low |
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And the treble's clear |
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But it don't pay to think to much |
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On things you leave behind. |
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I will be gone |
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But it won't be long |
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I will be a'bringin' back the melodies |
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And rhythm that I find. |
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We all got holes to fill |
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Them holes are all that's real. |
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Some fall on you like a storm, |
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Sometimes you dig your own. |
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The choice is yours to make, |
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Time is yours to take; |
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Some sail upon/dive into the sea, |
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Some toil upon the stone. |
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To live is to fly |
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Low and high, |
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So shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the sleep out of your eyes; |
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Shake the dust off of your wings |
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And the tears out of your eyes. |
