| Time, time ain’t never healed the wound
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| Can’t think of anything that gets
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| Any better because it’s old
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| Change, change would probably do me good
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| Wouldn’t probably hurt a thing
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| Anyway, that’s what I’m told
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| I would have run, but I couldn’t run
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| Would have flown, but I couldn’t fly
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| I woulda headed right back into town
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| I woulda lied, but I couldn’t lie
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| 'Cause I knew
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| Stop, stop and take a better look
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| There ain’t no telling what you’ll find
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| In the corner of a darkened room
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| Things, things that either one time fell
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| Or blew down from a windowsill
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| Or never got up by the broom
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| I would have run, but I couldn’t run
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| Would have flown, but I couldn’t fly
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| I woulda headed right back into town
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| I woulda lied, but I couldn’t lie
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| 'Cause I knew
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| No two ways about it, it’s a doggone shame
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| Baby, it’s a doggone shame
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| I would have run, but I couldn’t run
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| Would have flown, but I couldn’t fly
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| I woulda headed right back into town
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| I woulda lied, but I couldn’t lie
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| 'Cause I knew
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| I knew
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| I knew, woo |