| I found a good woman
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| I found a job that pays
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| The tide comes in, I watch it all wash away
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| But I’m keeping it steady, that’s just how I was raised
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| Head held up walking tall into each breaking wave
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| 'Cause the devil’s in the details and he’s taking his toll
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| Sending good men down the foot trails of some lost lonely souls
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| And I say oh, oh
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| Rain don’t change the sun
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| Jealous is the night when the morning comes
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| But it always comes
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| So I’m working the graveyard, I don’t sleep till it’s light
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| Ain’t calling in favors, I can’t swallow my pride
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| And the bank’s on a mission, they want to read me my rights
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| But they ever show up around here, they’re going to be in for a fight
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| 'Cause the devil’s in my hometown and I ain’t telling him no
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| 'Cause it’s my family, it’s my love now, that I’m scared to let go
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| Oh, oh
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| Rain don’t change the sun
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| Jealous is the night when the morning comes
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| But it always comes
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| Followed the track of my needle
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| Tried to be good to my people
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| So why’s there no peace?
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| No break no relief
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| Can I be blamed if I’m angry?
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| Can I be saved if I’m barely clinging to hope?
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| I’m clinging to hope
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| When I say oh, oh
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| Rain don’t change the sun
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| Jealous is the night when the morning comes
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| But it always comes
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| It always rains down on us
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| And like an old dog lying by a new gravestone
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| It’s still our home
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| It’s still our home
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| So if you ever feel like you are alone
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| After the night
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| The morning comes |