| Honey, now that your shackles are gone
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| And you’re out there on your own
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| Won’t you let me know
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| If things get hard
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| Honey, now your shackle’s been lifted
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| You’re a sweet young thing and you’re oh so gifted
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| Will you let me know
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| If things turn bad
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| I wasn’t looking for trouble but trouble came
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| I wasn’t looking to change, I’ll never be the same
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| But life’s not what you make it, baby
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| Send me a postcard
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| When you get to where you’re going
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| Send me a line
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| To everything you’ve left behind
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| Honey, now that I’ve found my way
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| And I miss you more than I can say
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| Won’t you promise to
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| Say a prayer for me
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| Honey, now that the morning’s come
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| We’re both still out on the run
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| Won’t you let me know
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| If you feel free
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| We were looking to mend it but we tore it apart
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| And I went and broke my own goddamned heart
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| See, life’s not what you make it, baby
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| Send me a postcard
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| When you get to where you’re going
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| Send me a line
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| To everything you’ve left behind
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| Pick it for me, James
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| I was just a kid when I fell for you
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| I’m not much older now but even then I knew
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| That the road was steep and full of strife
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| I never knew what to say, could never get it right
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| And I’m alone again at the end of night
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| But life’s not what you make it, baby
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| Send me a postcard
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| When you get to where you’re going
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| Send me a line
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| To everything you’ve left behind |