| Well, I sold my nice clothes
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| I sold my boots
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| Feel like a tree with a hundred branches
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| But I sold my roots
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| She’s all, she’s all
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| I got left
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| I watched my best friend leave me
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| Without one look back
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| All those clouds coming in
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| They look so hot and black
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| She’s all, she’s all
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| I got left
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| Well, she got my heart
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| Inside her hand
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| She could close it up shut
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| And crush me into sand
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| But she don’t, but she don’t
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| Do that
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| She don’t do that
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| Well, ever man, woman, and child
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| That I’ve ever known
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| Is just a distance voice on the other end
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| Of a telephone
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| She’s all, she’s all
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| I got left
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| I tried to make someone hear me
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| With my music and words
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| But the sound waves bounced off
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| Everybody’s ears but hers
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| She’s all, she’s all
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| I got left
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| Well, she got my heart
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| Inside her hand
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| She could close it up shut
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| And crush me into sand
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| But she don’t, but she don’t
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| Do that
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| She don’t do that |