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I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one |
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Ah, way out on the outside |
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Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really |
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Quite the thing to do, no |
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Think I'll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind |
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And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home, all behind |
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The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind |
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But I know there's something better |
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I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone |
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To find and go roll, well I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers |
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Don't leave, I'm on my way over |
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A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home, all behind |
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And I feel I have to scream whenever I get the notion |
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And though I try so hard, I can't hold back my emotions |
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But I love you, but I can't have you, won't you sit by my side |
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You don't work, the man don't pay you |
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There ain't no saint to come and save you, oh, puttin' your toll down |
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Well, if you ride you pay the fare with Satan on your back |
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And he don't care where you come from or where you goin' |
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And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down |
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And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home, all behind |
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I'm gonna leave at home, ain't no takin' no longer, no longer |
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Leave the thing, take no blues |
