| Try to understand
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| I’m not your ordinary man, still I can’t deny
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| You go with me everywhere
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| When I’m dreamin' you still share my lonely nights
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| Try to see my side
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| It’s not your ordinary pride that keeps drivin' me on
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| It’s that lonesome, restless feelin' that you feel under the gun
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| And it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm
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| And as I wander to the cities and the towns
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| I get so lonesome knowin' you could be around
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| And when the show is over, there’s a holiday motel
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| Another empty bottle and another tale to tell
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| Try to comprehend
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| I’m not your ordinary friend at the end of my life
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| I would pray that I could be
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| Returning to the shelter of your love
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| Try to see my side
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| It’s not your ordinary pride that keeps drivin' me on
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| It’s that lonesome, restless feelin' that you feel under the gun
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| And it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm
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| And as I wander to the cities and the towns
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| I get so lonesome knowin' you could be around
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| And when the show is over, there’s a holiday motel
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| Another empty bottle and another tale to tell
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| Try to understand
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| I’m not your ordinary man, still I can’t deny
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| You go with me everywhere
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| Like a shadow in the gloom
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| I remember all the good times
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| There’s a ghost in every room |