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It might have been some other story |
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Our book must have been bought used |
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'Cause it was missin' all the late chapters |
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They were gone with the liberty that everybody loves to abuse |
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And I'm not ready to never feel good again |
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I'll come by road, I will come by rail |
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To come by Isabel |
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Demons, my demons always behind me |
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Everywhere I go they come along |
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And demons, my demons always remind me |
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They keep singin' my favorite song |
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And I keep slidin' all around |
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All my vices are gone that held me so well, so well |
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I'll come by control of the things you don't tell |
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To come by Isabel |
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Early in the mornin' I lay awake in my bed |
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Wonderin' when the day will show a trace |
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It always comes like a prison guard |
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Lookin' in my cell, shinin' his flashlight in my face |
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He always says "Hey boy |
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Where do you think you're going?" |
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There's only one place I can tell, I can tell |
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I come flat broke, I will come by hell |
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To come by Isabel |
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I will come by control of the things you don't tell |
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To come by my Isabel |
