| I’ve nearly come undone
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| Cause I know there is something better
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| I done had my fun and I know
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| That I’ll forget her
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| So maybe I was young
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| Too young, too young for promises
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| The wedding bells have rung,
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| And I ain’t so proud of what I did
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| Oh no,
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| And I’m gonna be moving on Turn on the radio
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| And your wind keeps blowin' on I ain’t ashamed to say
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| That I loved you the best I could
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| I think it’s safe to say
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| That I must be misunderstood
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| But it’s a lonesome song
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| My heart, my heart is filled with greed…
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| Tell my boy I was wrong,
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| But my daddy did the same old thing to me And I’m gonna be moving on Turn on the radio
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| And your wind keeps blowin' on The things I used to do,
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| I just can’t do them no more
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| The things I could forget
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| Are now the things I can’t ignore
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| There’s something on my mind
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| These thoughts, these thoughts I cannot kill
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| I keep the past behind,
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| and my feet can’t stand to be standing still
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| and I’m gonna be moving on turn on the radio
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| and your wind keeps blowin' on and on and on |