| When the sun came in the city
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| Where would you think my love was going to?
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| After all these years of loving
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| She drove me mad, yeah, and right into this blues
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| She said: «I'm going, man, I’m going
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| Well, let me state it clear
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| I ain’t gonna spend my life with you no more
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| I won’t stay in here»
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| She said: «I'm rolling, baby, I’m rolling
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| Somewhere over there
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| And I won’t ask him what his name will be
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| I just need a bit of that fresh air»
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| She moved out of the city
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| Way down that dusty road of those rambling and gambling men
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| I could say her face was so pretty
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| Made her sure she’d always find a loving, leading hand
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| Said: «I'm going, man, I’m going
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| I won’t stay in here
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| I ain’t gonna spend my life with you no more
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| I don’t fit in here»
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| She said: «I'm rolling, baby, I’m rolling
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| Somewhere over there
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| And I won’t ask him what his name will be
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| I just need a bit of that fresh air»
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| Oh, going, going, I’m going
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| Don’t try to leave me here
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| I ain’t gonna spend my life with you no more
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| Don’t fit in here
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| I’m rolling, baby, I’m rolling |
| Somewhere over there
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| But I won’t ask him what his name will be
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| I just need a bit of that fresh air
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| Tears run down my face
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| As apart from this loss I just couldn’t stand the disgrace
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| So packed my things, closed my door and went
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| Left my hometown there burning in the sand
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| She said: «I'm going, man, I’m going
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| Well, let me state it clear
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| I ain’t gonna spend all my life with you no more
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| I won’t stay in here»
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| She said: «I'm rolling, baby, I’m rolling
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| Somewhere over there
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| And I won’t ask him what his name will be
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| I just need a bit of that fresh air» |