| Oh, I wish I was in heaven sitting down
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| I wish this road we were taking
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| wasn’t made for breaking down
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| I wish these nights of pleasure and days of pain
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| weren’t so tightly bound
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| and I wish I was in heaven sitting down.
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| They done kept me out here on this road so long
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| all the way back home she finally said «so long»
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| I tried to call her on some old telephone
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| but she’s not around.
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| And I wish I was in heaven sitting down.
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| Oh, I wish I was in heaven sitting down
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| I wish this road we were taking
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| wasn’t made for breaking down
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| I wish these nights of pleasure and these days of pain
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| weren’t so tightly bound
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| and I wish I was in heaven sitting down.
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| I been out here so long, baby, my back and my shoulder
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| they’re tired.
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| And my mind the sound has found itself so wide
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| but the wheels on this old thing, they keep turning round and round
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| and I wish I was in heaven sitting down
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| Oh, I wish I was in heaven sitting down
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| I wish this road we were taking
|
| wasn’t made for breaking down
|
| I wish these nights of pleasure and these days of pain
|
| weren’t so tightly bound
|
| and I wish I was in heaven sitting down.
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| oh, I wish I was in heaven sitting down.
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| Oh, I wish I was in heaven sitting down. |