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Walking south along my mouth |
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Through the heart that's hard to start |
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I know it's nothing the woman cried |
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So you're leaving you did not lie |
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The broken light bulb that's glowing still |
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The morning after the sickness pill |
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And i feel that it will change |
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It will change |
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I think it's going to rain today |
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And i hope that it will change |
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It will change |
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Washing all of my blues away |
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The old drunk man who once had plans |
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No one left now to hold his hand |
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Priests are calling no happy bells |
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Can't make a difference from life to hell |
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He was trapped in a desert |
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Waiting for his friends |
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He was trapped in a desert |
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With no defence |
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And when his will to live had all but gone |
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He found some water to carry on |