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The ungrateful few who tangle inside |
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Don't care where they're born, they're growing up wild |
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The rain makes me thirsty and fighting to go |
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My mind turns determined, dark as a storm |
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So my love has grown as sharp as a bramble rose |
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Like a real good woman nobody knows |
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I get so ashamed for making you blue |
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I come back to this porch to make it all up to you |
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The rain's got me thirsty, falling wasteful and slow |
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I'm restless enough, |
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I'm so scared to go |
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So my love has turned as hard as a bramble rose |
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I'm a real good woman nobody knows |
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Do you think |
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I'll be happy out on the wind? |
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Do you think |
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I'll get halfway 'fore it's raining again? |
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Will I find that |
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I'm true when it's hardest to be |
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Or will the notions |
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I follow have all turned on me? |
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Once my love has blown as far as a bramble rose |
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Just a real good woman nobody knows |
