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every step of the way |
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we walk the line |
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your days are numbered |
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so are mine |
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time is piling up |
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we struggle and we scrape |
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all boxed in |
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nowhere to escape |
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the city's just a jungle |
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more games to play |
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i'm trapped in the heart of it |
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trying to get away |
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i was raised in the country |
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been working in the town |
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i been in trouble since i |
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set my suitcase down |
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i ain't got nothing for you |
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i had nothing before |
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don't even have anything |
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for myself anymore |
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sky's full of fire |
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and the rain is pouring down |
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there's nothing you can sell me |
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so i'll see you around |
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all my powers of expression |
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and thoughts so sublime |
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could never do you justice |
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reason or rhyme |
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there's only one thing that i did wrong |
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i stayed in mississippi a day too long |
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the devil's in the alley the mule kickin' in the stall |
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say anything you wanna i've heard it all |
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i was thinking about the things that she said |
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i was dreaming i was sleeping in you bed |
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walking through the leaves falling from the trees |
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feel like a stranger nobody sees |
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so many things we never will undo |
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i know you're sorry well i'm sorry too |
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some people will offer you their hand and some won't |
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last night i knew you tonight i don't |
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i need something strong to distract my mind |
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i'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind |
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well i got here following the southern star |
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i crossed that river just to be where you are |
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there's only one thing that i did wrong |
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i stayed in mississippi a day too long |
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well my ship's been split to splinters it's sinking fast |
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i'm drowning in the poison got no future got no past |
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but my heart is not weary it's light and it's free |
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i've got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me |
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everybody's moving if they ain't already there |
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everybody's got to move somewhere |
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well stick with me baby anyhow |
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things should start to get interesting right about now |
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my clothes are wet tight on my skin |
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not as tight as the corner that i painted myself in |
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i know that fortune is waiting to be kind |
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so give me your hand and say you'll be mine |
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the emptiness is endless cold as clay |
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you can always come back but you can't come back all the way |
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well there's only one thing that i did wrong |
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i stayed in mississippi a day too long |
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yeah the only thing that i did wrong |
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was stayed in mississippi a day too long |
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the only thing that i did wrong |
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was stayed in mississippi a day too long |
