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Headin' down to the river, feelin' all undone |
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Might be for the best if I just stare into the sun |
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So I can't see, what a fool you made of me |
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Well, I am sittin' home alone, blue as I can be |
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Music turned up loud as hell, it hurts but just as well |
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But(?) I can hear people talking 'bout us Dear |
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By the looks I get seems I am the last to know |
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Apologetic eyes follow me everywhere I go |
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I swear I'm twenty-twenty but I never saw the signs |
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And now I sit alone and try to ease my troubled mind |
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Headed down to the barroom to get myself a drink |
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Money in my pocket's gonna help me not to think |
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of you at all, no I won't think of you at all |
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Well, I swear that women, she's like a mystery |
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I read those pages through and through |
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I still don't have a clue 'bout what went wrong |
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Or why she left after so long |
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