| Youre bringing me down, Im running aground,
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| Blind in the lights of the interstate cars,
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| Passing me by, the busses and the semis,
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| Plugging like stones from a slingshot from mars.
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| But Im here on the road, bound to the load,
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| That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars.
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| Alone with the rush of the drivers that wont pick me up,
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| The highway, the moon, and clouds and the stars.
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| Black throated wind, keeps on pourin in,
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| With its words of a life where nothing is new,
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| Ah, mother american night, I pass from the light,
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| Ah, Im drownin in you.
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| I left st. |
| louie, city of blues,
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| In the midst of a storm Id rather forget.
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| I tried to pretend it came to an end,
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| Cause you werent the women I once thought Id met.
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| But I cant deny, times have gone by,
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| Well I never had doubts or thoughts of regret,
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| And I was a man when all this began,
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| Who wouldnt think twice about being there yet.
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| Black throated wind, whisper in sin,
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| And speaking on life that passes like dew.
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| Its forced me to see youve done better by me,
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| Better by me that Ive done by you.
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| Now whats to be found by racing around,
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| You carry your pain wherever you go,
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| Full of blues, and tryin to lose,
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| You aint gonna learn what you dont wanna know.
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| So I give you my eyes and all of their lies,
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| Please help them to learn as well as to see.
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| Capture a glance, and make it dance,
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| But looking at you is looking at me.
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| Black throated wind, keeps on pourin in,
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| With its words of a life that could almost be true,
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| Ah, mother american night, here comes a light.
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| Im turning around, thats what Im gonna do.
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| Going back home thats what Im gonna do.
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| Im turning around, thats what Im gonna do.
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| Going back home thats what Im gonna do.
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| Cause youve done better by me than Ive done by you,
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| Im drowning in you. |