| There’s a voice blowing over the mountain
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| A voice I used to know
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| I’ll bet you ten it’s her again
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| That girl from long ago
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| She wanted California
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| Got Oregon I hear
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| Seems only fair to warn ya
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| I ain’t been myself in years
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| What’s left of it all went with her
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| Packed up in broken dreams
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| I’ll tell ya friend I loved her then
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| And I always will it seems
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| That evening breeze reminds me
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| So soft against my ear
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| Before she was behind me
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| I ain’t been myself in years
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| Sometimes I hear her laughing
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| Sometimes I see her face
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| Sometimes I think she’s coming back
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| To fix this broken place
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| So easy to see right through me
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| Too late to change my ways
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| I’ll tell ya friend I loved her when
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| I wasn’t in this haze
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| I ain’t been myself in years |