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Every step of the way, we walk the line |
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Your days are numbered, so are mine |
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Time is piling up, we struggle and we scrape |
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We're all boxed in, nowhere to escape |
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City's just a jungle, more games to play |
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Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away |
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I was raised in the country, I been working in the town |
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I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down |
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Got nothing for you, I had nothing before |
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Don't even have anything for myself anymore |
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Sky full of fire, came pouring down |
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Nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around |
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All my powers of expression and thoughts so sublime |
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Could never do you justice in reason or rhyme |
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Only one thing I did wrong |
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Stayed in Mississippi a day too long |
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Well, the devil's in the alley, mule's in the stall |
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Say anything you wanna, I have heard it all |
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I was thinking about the things that Rosie said |
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I was dreaming I was sleeping in Rosie's bed |
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Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees |
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Feeling like a stranger nobody sees |
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So many things that we never will undo |
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I know you're sorry, I'm sorry too |
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Some people will offer you their hand and some won't |
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Last night I knew you, tonight I don't |
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I need something strong to distract my mind |
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I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind |
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Well I got here following the southern star |
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I crossed that river just to be where you are |
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Only one thing I did wrong |
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Stayed in Mississippi a day too long |
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Well my ship's been split to splinters and it's sinking fast |
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I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past |
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But my heart is not weary, it's light and it's free |
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I've got nothing but affection for all those who sailed with me |
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Everybody's moving, if they ain't already there |
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Everybody's got to move somewhere |
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Stick with me baby, stick with me anyhow |
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Things should start to get interesting right about now |
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My clothes are wet, tight on my skin |
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Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in |
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I know that fortune is waiting to be kind |
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So give me your hand and say you'll be mine |
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Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay |
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You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way |
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Only one thing I did wrong |
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Stayed in Mississippi a day too long. |
