| She wakes up in the mornin'
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| Sleepin' in the bed I made
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| Bound to get away I’d say
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| I wake up in the mornin'
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| Thinkin' of her again
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| Did I ever make her day?
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| Did I ever make her day?
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| See I broke my mind in half
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| Everybody even I know it
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| And I’ll talk to the papers
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| And I’ll drive back south
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| But it’ll probably work itself out
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| It’ll probably work itself out
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| See you were someone I knew,
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| Studied your face for years
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| We know how it might have been
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| So we made up some story
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| That we gotta tell sometimes
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| We don’t ever quite get it right
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| We don’t wanna live some lie
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| So I broke my mind in half
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| And everybody even I know it
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| And I’ll talk to the papers
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| And I’ll drive back south
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| But it’ll probably work itself out
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| It’ll probably work itself out
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| And we’ll both catch colds come spring
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| And there ain’t no such thing as everything
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| You got reservations and I got doubts
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| And it’ll probably work itself out
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| It’ll probably work itself out
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| It’ll probably work itself out
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| It’ll probably work itself out |