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You hung around the bush like you were woodsmoke. |
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What's it like to be hardly there? |
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Spirits playing spoons with your bones. |
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And I could feel you in the air. |
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And every transport truck that I see. |
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Is carrying your weight and leaving it on top of me. |
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And memory's got my guts and I like that. |
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It's keeping you so close to me. |
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I can still see you and Jake. |
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Smoking smokes and just dreaming big. |
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I can still hear you and Jake. |
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Cracking jokes and just dreaming big. |
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You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you. |
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You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you. |
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Yes I'm gonna work on you. |
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You hung around my head like a halo. |
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On my mind but barely there. |
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Spirits playing spoons with your bones |
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And I could feel you in the air. |
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And every guitar note that I play. |
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Holds a spot for all the things you'll never have the chance to say. |
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And memory's got my guts and I hate that. |
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It's pushing you so far from me. |
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I can still see you and Jake. |
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Smoking smokes and just dreaming big. |
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I can still hear you and Jake. |
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Cracking jokes and just dreaming big. |
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You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you. |
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You taught me how to be a working man, well I'm gonna work on you. |
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Yes I'm gonna work on you. |
