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I walked out on the levee to watch the river and feel the rain |
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To see if there was something I could find |
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I wouldn't be here now but I sort of missed the train |
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The way I miss the one I left behind |
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Circles of the past fade away so fast |
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While they spin and turn you live and learn |
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I heard you when you were leaving, |
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it was just a quick goodbye |
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I didn't even wonder for how long |
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The paddle wheels are turning, |
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the steamboat whistles cry |
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I wonder now if I'm the one who's gone |
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If I'd taken that job in Santa Fe |
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I never would have lost what I lost today |
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I'd go somewhere if I had somewhere to go |
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You're in Baton Rouge I bet, or maybe Lafayette |
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Houston, San Antone, it's all the same |
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Some things I just don't get, |
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I'm not hearing from you yet |
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Still waiting for the help that never came |
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I'll walk out on the highway and see what I can find |
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Maybe nothing more than just a ride |
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They say the storm is over but they don't know my mind |
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Is there even any reason left to hide? |
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Circles of the past fade away so fast |
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While they spin and turn you live and learn |
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Time is to the game like fire is to the flame |
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There's nothing more to learn |
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Just let it burn |