| Something like love
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| Takes a lot of hurt to learn
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| No stone left unturned
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| And the fire on the mountain burns
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| What did you get hold of?
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| Was it too much yesterday
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| Dropped out hidden away
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| Left you with the bill to pay
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| Burned out faded away
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| Sideways, backwards, straight ahead
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| It’s all the same
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| It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
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| When no one remembers anyway
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| Of all the things to choose from
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| Why a pair of dusty wings
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| Some old sad songs to sing
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| And a kitchen that is never clean
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| From a maze, to a mist to a place like this
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| From a hole, to a star where ever you are
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| Burned out faded away
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| Sideways, backwards, straight ahead
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| It’s all the same
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| It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
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| When no one remembers anyway
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| Rat trap, New York City
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| That finger came with a gold splinter in it
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| Satin shoes tip toe thru the eves
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| Who spilled pollen on my sleeves
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| Something like love
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| Takes a lot of hurt to learn
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| No stone left unturned
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| And the fire on the mountain burns
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| From a maze, to a mist to a place like this
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| From a hole, to a star where ever you are
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| In a daze, from a haze, in the highest way
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| Burned out faded away
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| Sideways, backwards, straight ahead
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| It’s all the same
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| It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
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| When no one remembers anyway
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| It must be hard to play a lonely guitar
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| When no one remembers anyway
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| Well nobody, no one |