| Maybe someday you’ll be satisfied
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| When you’ve lost everything you’ll have nothing left to hide
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| When you’re through running over things like you’re walking 'across the tracks
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| Maybe you’ll beg me to take you back
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| Maybe someday you’ll find out everybody’s somebody’s fool
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| Maybe then you’ll realize what it would have taken to keep me cool
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| Maybe someday when you’re by yourself alone
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| You’ll know the love that I had for you have been never my own
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| Maybe someday you’ll have nowhere to turn
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| You’ll look back and wonder 'bout the bridges you have burned
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| You’ll look back sometime when the lights grow dim
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| And you’ll see you look much better with me than you do with him
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| Through hostile cities and unfriendly towns
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| Thirty pieces of silver, no money down
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| Maybe someday, you will understand
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| That something for nothing is everybody’s plan
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| Maybe someday you’ll remember what you felt
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| When there was blood on the moon in the cotton belt
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| When both of us, baby, we’re going through some sort of a test
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| Neither one of us could do what we do best
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| I should have known better, baby, I should have called your bluff
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| I guess I was too off the handle, not sentimental enough
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| Maybe someday, you’ll believe me when I say
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| That I wanted you, baby, in every kind of way
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| Maybe someday you’ll hear a voice from on high
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| Saying', «For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die?»
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| Forgive me, baby, for what I didn’t do
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| For not breaking down no bedroom door to get at you
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| Always was a sucker for the right cross
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| Never wanted to go home 'till the last cent was lost
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| Maybe someday you will look back and see
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| That I made it so easy for you to follow me
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| Maybe someday there’ll be nothing to tell
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| I’m just as happy as you, baby, I just can’t say it so well
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| Never slumbered or slept or waited for lightning to strike
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| There’s no excuse for you to say that we don’t think alike
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| You said you were going' to Frisco, stay a couple of months
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| I always like San Francisco, I was there for a party once
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| Maybe someday you’ll see that it’s true
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| There was no greater love than what I had for you |