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I left your house this morning |
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About a quarter after nine |
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Coulda been the Willie Nelson |
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Coulda been the wine |
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When I left your house this morning |
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It was a little after nine |
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It was in Bobcaygeon, I saw the constellations |
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Reveal themselves, one star at a time |
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Drove back to town this morning |
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With working on my mind |
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I thought of maybe quitting |
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Thought of leaving it behind |
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Went back to bed this morning |
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And as I'm pulling down the blind |
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Yeah, the sky was dull and hypothetical |
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And falling one cloud at a time |
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That night in Toronto |
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With its checkerboard floors |
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Riding on horseback |
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And keeping order restored |
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'Til the men they couldn't hang |
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Stepped to the mic and sang |
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And their voices rang |
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With that Aryan twang |
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I got to your house this morning |
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Just a little after nine |
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In the middle of that riot |
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Couldn't get you off my mind |
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So I'm at your house this morning |
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Just a little after nine |
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'Cause it was in Bobcaygeon where I saw the constellations |
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Reveal themselves, one star at a time |
