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The sun, the moon and the stars, they make the wind blow |
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It took me twenty years to understand |
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But lost to me is how the lives of friends go |
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Like autumn leaves in |
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Oklahoma wind |
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But it made me strong to be on my own |
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It never did me no harm to live all alone |
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Oh, but now and then in the color of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, |
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I've come to miss a few |
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This afternoon was cloudy then the rains came |
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Third day of my first day |
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San Miguel |
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Seems lately that |
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I'm doubling as storm bait |
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I've been followed like a shadow through the dell |
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But it made me strong to be on my own |
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It never did me no harm to live all alone |
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Oh, but now and then in the color of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, |
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I've come to miss a few |
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Dear friends and relations, see what |
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I have done |
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I've gathered all my fingers in one place |
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They breathe a breath that's deadly stale since they tooled a song for me |
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I guess mechanics never really set the pace' |
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Cause I'm back and |
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I'm strong, |
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I'm here on my own |
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It never did me no harm to live all alone |
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Oh, but now and then in the color of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, |
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I've come to miss a few |
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The sun, the moon and the stars, they make the wind blow |
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It took me twenty years to understand |
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But lost to me is how the lives of friends go |
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Like autumn leaves in |
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Oklahoma wind |
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Oh, now and then, it's in the color of the evening |
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Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, |
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I'll come to miss a few |
