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Bringing me down, I'm running aground |
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Blind in the light of the interstate cars |
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Passing me by, the buses and semis |
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Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars |
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But I'm here by the road, bound to the load |
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I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars |
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Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up |
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The highway, the moon, the clouds and the stars |
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The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in |
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With its words of a life where nothing is new |
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Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light |
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Ohh, I'm drowning in you |
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I left St. Louis, City of Blues |
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In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget |
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I tried to pretend it came to an end |
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'Cause you weren't the woman I once thought I'd met |
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But I can't deny, oh, times have gone by |
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I never had doubts or thoughts of regret |
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And I was a man when all this began |
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Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet |
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Black-throated wind, whisper in sin |
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Is speaking of life that passes like dew |
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Forced me to see you've done better by me |
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Better by me than I've done by you |
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Now what's to be found, racing around |
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You carry your pain wherever you go |
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Oh, full of the blues trying to lose |
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You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know |
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I give you my eyes, all of their lies |
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Please help them to learn as well as to see |
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That capture a glance, oh, and make a dance |
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Of looking at you, looking at me |
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The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in |
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With its words of a lie that could almost be true |
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Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light |
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Goin' around, that's what I'm gonna do |
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Goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do |
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Turnin' around, that's what I'm gonna do |
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Goin' back home that's what I'm, I'm gonna do |
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You've done better by me than I've done by you |
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Ohh, I'm drowning in you |
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Ohh, I'm drowning in you |
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I'm goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do |
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Well, I'm goin' drowning in you |
