| Now my road has turned to tracks
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| Stones to pebbles, see them roll away
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| My wandering troubles need not break my back
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| Mmm, sorrow is the price I pay
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| I sing my sorrows to the morning; |
| I speak them to the night
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| You best believe I? |
| ll keep singing until I make my wrongs so right
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| Devil said, a pity for your troubles to take your tired old soul?
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| So you know you got to go
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| Hurry, to catch the morning
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| You got to hurry on now
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| In the night
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| I would heed my sorrow
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| And it knows, won? |
| t be long now?
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| Hurry
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| Now with blind hands, I crawl this lonely place
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| As my dry tears fall and roll away
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| I can? |
| t see troubles as they dance behind my back
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| Ooo, sorrow is my soul to slay
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| He stole my sorrows from the morning; |
| he ripped them from the night
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| And you best believe I? |
| ll keep singing to make my wrongs so right
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| Devil took a pity of my troubles; |
| he holds my tired old soul
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| So I know I got to go?
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| Hurry, to catch the morning
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| I got to hurry on now
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| In the night
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| I would heed my sorrow
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| Now I know, won? |
| t be long now?
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| Hurry |