| He left home when she was seventeen
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| We came back to see her
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| She was older cold and even mean
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| Not like we remembered
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| Out along the old road
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| Where the Indian Paintbrush grows
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| She began to cry and said she wanted us to know
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| There were hard times
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| When the family was broken
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| There were hard times
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| Then she lit up a smoke and said
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| Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me
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| It’s so easy to go somewhere
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| But so hard to leave
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| I move far away and still the memories find me there
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| When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair
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| There were hard times
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| I don’t wanna remember
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| There were hard times
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| And I don’t want to see ya
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| Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room
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| I can live with the ghosts but not with you
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| It was never so easy saying goodbye
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| Sitting at a bus stop
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| Waiting for euphoria
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| I’ve heard so much bad news today
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| I don’t think I can take anymore
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| Of the hard times
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| Shadows on the horizon
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| All the hard times
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| Rusty glow in the sunriseOlivia
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| Lights on the river bridge roll to the water’s edge
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| Filling the harbor with halos
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| The night was cold and black when they were walking back
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| He held her hand in the shadows
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| My favorite
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| There is so much more to see
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| Why stay behind
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| When you could go on with me?
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| Icicle centuries burst into gentle breeze
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| Somewhere a curse has been lifted
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| She turned around in her chair and he touched her hair
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| And the universe shifted
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| My favorite
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| There is so much more to see
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| Why stay behind
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| When you could go on with me?
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| Olivia
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| Why don’t you let your heart come home?
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| Olivia
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| Leave those wild young boys alone
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| Out on the stormy cliff silvery waters lift
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| High with a wild wind behind them
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| Vaporous rippling like a drug or a dream
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| Eyes in the lamplight were shining
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| My favorite
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| There is so much more to see
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| Why stay behind
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| When you could go off with me?
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| Olivia
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| Won’t you let your heart come home?
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| Olivia
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| Leave those wild young boys alone |