| She ebbs and flows like water
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| And she feels just like wine
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| She loves the things I bought her
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| When I did not have a dime
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| There were times I felt like hidin'
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| She could al-most read my mind
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| In her yard the trees are dyin'
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| And there’s nothing growing on the vine
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| I’ll be here if you need me
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| I’ll be here even if you don’t
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| Show me the door, or show me something more
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| Take me in, or shove me out to sea
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| She lift me up like powder
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| And she scattered me like dust
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| A broken bell in a crooked tower
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| Born to fall, and built to rust
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| I’ll be here if you need me
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| I’ll be here even if you don’t
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| Show me the door, or show me something more
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| Take me in, or shove me out to sea
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| Couldn’t see much deeper than a penny on the ground
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| Looked as far as flesh and bone
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| So that was all we found
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| She told me there’s no way of knowing
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| When the last time had come and gone
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| We can’t reap what we been sowing
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| Waiting for answers, farther along
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| I’ll be here if you need me
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| I’ll be here even if you don’t
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| Show me the door, or show me something more
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| Take me in, or shove me out to sea
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| Show me the door, or show me something more
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| Take me in, or shove me out to sea |