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As I sit on the edge of this never-made bed |
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Old guitar in my lap a new tune in my head |
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There she stands in the doorway just brushing her hair |
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It's my beautiful muse in her underwear |
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And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank God |
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Where ever you are |
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For the muse and this old guitar |
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It's times like these so sweet and so true |
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Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do |
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As I sit on the edge of this dirty old bar |
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Trying to work some things out but not getting too far |
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And to drown out the voices that are keeping me down |
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There's a muse all alone on the other side of town |
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And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank God |
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Where ever you are |
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For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar |
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Times like these so sad but so true |
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Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do |
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Yeah I think it's the last thing that you wanna do |
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As I sit on the bed in this hospital room |
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Just shedding a tear for the bride and groom |
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Then the tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry |
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It's my finest work yet if today I should die |
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And if I was thinking I'd be thinking thank God |
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For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms |
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It's times like these so sweet and so true |
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Thinking's the last thing that you wanna do |
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Yeah thinking's the last thing that you wanna do x2 |
