| He lost his mind today
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| He left it out back on the highway
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| She loved him yesterday
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| Yesterday’s over, I said, «Okay, that’s alright»
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| Time moves on, that’s the way
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| We live in hope to see the next day, but that’s alright
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| Sometimes, these things, they are so easy
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| Sometimes, these things, they are so cold
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| Sometimes, these things just seem to rip you right in two
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| Oh no, man, don’t let 'em get to you
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| Oh yeah, ow, yeah
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| She loved him yesterday
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| He laid her sister, she said, «Okay, that’s alright»
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| Buried her things today
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| Way back out, deep behind the driveway and that’s alright
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| Sometimes, these women are so easy
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| Sometimes, these women are so cold
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| Sometimes, these women seem to rip you right in two
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| Only if you let 'em get to you
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| Oh, oh yeah
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| Get out on your own
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| And you take all that you own
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| And you get up out your home
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| And then you’re just fucking gone
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| There’s no logic here, today
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| Do as you got to, go your own way, I said, «That's right»
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| Time’s short, your life’s your own
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| And in the end, we are just
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| Dust an' bones
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| Dust an' bones
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| Dust an' bones
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| An' that’s all right, dust an' bone
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| That’s all right, dust an' bone
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| That’s all right, dust an' bone
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| Just dust an' bones, yeah |