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I'm standing in the shadows with an aching heart |
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I'm looking at the world tear itself apart |
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Minutes turn to hours, hours turn to days |
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I'm still loving you in a million ways |
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Well, the devil's in the alley, there's a mule kicking in my stall |
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Say anything you wanna I have heard it all |
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I was raised in the country, I been working in town |
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I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down |
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Well, I ain't got nothing for you I had nothing before |
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Don't even have anything for myself anymore |
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The sky's full of fire, pain is pouring down |
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There's nothing you can sell me, I'll see you around |
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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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There's only one thing I did wrong |
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Stayed in Mississippi a day too long |
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Well, I been loving you too long, I know you ain't no good |
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It don't make a bit of difference to me, don't see why it should |
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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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Well, I'm walking through the leaves falling from the trees |
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I feel like a stranger nobody sees |
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So many things 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, everybody's moving God knows where |
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But I'm still here and you're still there |
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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 got nothing but affection for those who have sailed with me |
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Winter goes into summer, summer goes into fall |
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I look into the mirror, don't see anything at all |
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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've 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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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 that I did wrong |
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Stayed in Mississippi a day too long |
