| Lost my pickup in a card game in New Orleans
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| Lost my girl to a stranger in L. A
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| Left my dreams in a motel in Atlanta
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| And I guess I lost my mind along the way
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| Can’t you see I’m dyin' on my feet
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| Walkin' to my grave, too gone to weep
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| These old memories is tearin' up my mind
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| There just dreams of a dreamer gone blind
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| The bright lights have gone away for the good times
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| This old yearning in my soul chills my brain
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| The ashes of my years have been scattered
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| By the laughter, wine and life of yesterday
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| Can’t you see I’m dyin' on my feet
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| Walkin' to my grave, too gone to weep
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| These old memories is tearin' up my mind
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| There just dreams of a dreamer gone blind
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| These old memories is tearin' up my mind
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| There just dreams of a dreamer gone blind |