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Forty nine reasons |
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All in a line |
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All of them good ones |
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All of them lies |
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Driftin' with my lady |
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We're oldest of friends |
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Need a little work |
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And there's fences to mend |
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Steady girl, be my world' |
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Til the drifter come, now she's gone |
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I let that man play his hand |
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I let them go, how was |
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I to know? |
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If I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please |
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Now it's over |
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They left in the spring |
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Her and the drifter |
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Looking for beautiful things |
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Steady girl, be my world' |
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Til the drifter come, now she's gone |
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I let that man play his hand |
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I let them go, how was |
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I to know? |
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I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please |
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On my knees |
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Feeling wrong |
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Mama's gone, oh |
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Bye-bye, baby |
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Write if you think of it maybe |
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Know I love you |
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Go if it means that much to you |
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Hey, but you can run, baby |
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If the feeling's wrong before too long it's crazy |
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And you're trapped, babe |
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And you know that's not where it's at, baby |
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You're just seein' things through a cat's eye, baby |
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That's not my old lady |
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Come on and tell me, baby |
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You better tell me, baby |
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Who do you? |
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Who do you love? |
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Time will tell us |
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Who is trying to sell us |
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Bye-bye, baby |
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Write if you think of it maybe |
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Hey, but you can run, baby |
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If the feeling's wrong before too long it's crazy |
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And you're trapped, babe |
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And you know that's not where it's at, baby |
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You're just seein' things through a cat's eye, baby |
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That's not my old lady |
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Come on and tell me, baby |
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You better tell me, baby |
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Who do you? |
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Who do you love? |
