| The Texas sun beats down upon me like the Devil’s smile
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| I’d rather be anywhere else than here
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| Was it a blinding lack of subtlety or just a lack of style?
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| In responding to the ways and means of fear
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| Take me back to New Orleans
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| And drop me at my door
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| Cause I might love you yeah,
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| But I love me more.
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| My fingernails are bitten 'til there’s nothing left but skin
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| I’d rather be anyone else right now.
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| The light that shone within my eyes is slowly growing dim
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| She told me where, told me when, but never said how
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| Take me back to New Orleans
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| And don’t call me anymore
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| 'Cuz I might love you yeah, but I love me more
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| (She said) How can I make this unhappen?
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| (I said) You cannot make this unhappen
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| Choose before your choices fade away
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| (She said) I could be home by tomorrow, if I could beg, steal or borrow
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| I said «you're there, you might as well stay.»
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| The morning mist still rises through another crack in the glass
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| The lack of sleep has made me numb
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| Sometimes when she sleeps, she’ll turn and she’ll whisper his name
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| That cake must taste great, but I’ll pass when you offer me some.
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| Take me back to New Orleans
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| And drop me at my door
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| 'Cuz I might love you yeah, but I love me more
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| Take me back to New Orleans
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| And don’t call me anymore
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| 'Cuz I might love you yeah,
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| I might love you yeeeaaah
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| I might love you yeah, but I love me more.
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| I love me more.
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| I love me, mooooreee |