| I got enough on my mind
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| that when she pulls me by the hand
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| She hasn’t much to hold onto
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| She keeping count on her hand One, Two, Three days
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| That I been sleeping on my side
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| I finished kissing my death
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| so now I head back up the steps
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| Thinking about where I’ve been,
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| I mean the sun was never like this
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| I wanna feel with the season.
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| I guess it makes sense
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| Cause my lifes become as vapid as a night out in Los Angeles
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| And I just want to stay in bed,
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| And hold you like I used to You know that I am home, so darling if you love me Would you let me know???
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| Or go on, go on, go on,
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| If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
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| Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
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| For once, for once, for once,
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| I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong
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| Why am I the one always packing all my stuff
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| She got enough on her mind
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| That she feel no sorrow
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| I let my fate fill the air
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| So now she rollin down the window
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| Never been one to hold on But I need a last breath
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| So I ask if she remembers when
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| She used to come and visit me We were fools to think that nothing could go wrong
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| Go on, go on, go on,
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| If you were thinking that the worst is yet to come
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| Why am I the one always packing up my stuff
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| For once, for once, for once,
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| I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong
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| Why am I the one always packing all my stuff
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| I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
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| I’ll move back down
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| To this western town
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| When they find me out
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| Make no mistake about it
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| I’ll move back down to this western town
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| When they find me out make no mistake about it
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| I’ll move back down to this western town…
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| (Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinkin that the worst is yet to come)
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| Why am I the one always packin up my stuff
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| Go on, go on, go on, if you were thinkin that the worst is yet to come
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| Why am I the one always packin up my stuff
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| For once, for once, for once, I get the feeling that I’m right where I belong
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| Why am I the one always packin up my stuff
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| I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much
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| I’ll move back down… |