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Kelly mountain road saw a heavy load |
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With a sagging heart and a break apart |
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Voices in me stood as thick as thieves |
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With no sympathy for the beggars' art |
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I have passed these pines' |
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Bout a million times effortlessly |
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Now I grip the wheel fear is what |
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I feelAt the slow unraveling of being |
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But you tell me it's temporary, it's a matter of time |
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By God don't you think |
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I know it's in my mind? |
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And it's right over left and healing the then |
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I'll soon be to nothing but |
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I don't know when |
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Well, the way |
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I flee on my crooked feet |
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Barn happy horse on a one-track course |
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Then I self despise, cryin' out my eyes' |
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Cause the happy trail led me to remorse |
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But the road is long and the song is gone |
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I blow empty in my cicada shell |
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If I saw my choice, |
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I might find my voice |
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But I don't know when and |
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I just can't tell |
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But you tell me it's temporary, it's a matter of time |
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By God don't you think |
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I know it's in my mind? |
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It's right over left and healing the then |
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I'll soon be to nothing but |
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I don't know when |
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Deep behind my face is a safer place |
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But old gears are hitched tight to the gate |
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It's a daily grind waiting to unwind |
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Till I hear that click that unlocks my fate |
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Yeah, but you tell me it's temporary and it's a matter of time |
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By God, don't you think |
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I know it's in my mind? |
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It's right over left and healing the then |
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I'll soon be to nothing but |
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I don't know when |
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I'll soon be to nothing but |
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I don't know when |
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I'll soon be to nothing but |
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I don't know when |
