| There is a sacrifice you make with people along the way
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| When there is nowhere to run and nowhere to stay
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| And the wheels still move, they won’t slow down
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| Even when they’re spinnin' in the same soft ground
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| There’s a tear in her eye 'cause she’s known you too long
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| And she can’t tell the singer from the wore out song
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| When the well runs dry there’s nothing left to say
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| Just throw up your hands and wail all day
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| Everything is fine, you don’t like it that way
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| Something has to die when the well runs dry
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| There was a dancer I used to give, by giving her cigarettes
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| She told me that I haven’t quite hurt enough yet
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| So I let her do me wrong but not for very long
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| And I put her in the mirror and I put her in a song
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| When the well runs dry there’s nothing left to say
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| Throw up your hands and wail all day
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| Everything’s fine, you don’t like it that way
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| And something has to die when the well runs dry
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| Silly little appetite, your will is getting weak
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| You let my mind get fattened up
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| Now I am quiet when I ain’t suppose to speak
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| I speak up when I’ve had enough
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| A swinger we used to know let himself go
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| Played fifteen minutes of a sold out show
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| And everybody laughed in the aftermath
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| And he never came back, no he never came back
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| When the well runs dry there’s nothing left to say
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| Throw up your hands and wail all day
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| Everything’s fine but you don’t like it that way
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| Something has to die when the well runs dry |