| I have no one to talk too, nothing to see
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| Got nowhere to walk to, nothing to be
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| Saturday’s rain falling down on me
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| Sunday’sain, will lost in the streams
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| Streams of rain, knocking down days or walls
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| It’s all the same
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| Nothing to see, except days
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| Some words like generally change
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| Some words like generally change
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| Waiting on Sunday’s, Sunday’sain
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| My pockets of memories, my pockets of dreams
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| Empty my pockets what do I see?
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| Lockets of … dying
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| Lakes and the rusty chains, of this strange
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| Strange …
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| Knocking down days or walls, it’s all the same
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| Nothing to see, except days
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| Some words like generally change
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| Some words like generally change
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| Waiting on Sunday’s, Sunday’sain
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| And if we’re on our way, to … Kentucky
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| We can … we could get ugly
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| … devils will find us, … stop … we jump right into our
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| … in this world, could not… to wait
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| of this… we feel the days, listen to Sunday’sain |