| I might just change my mind
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| Sometimes you can never tell
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| Where a story will unwind
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| How deep is the shallow ground
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| Sometimes you would never guess
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| Who’s all talk and who just might
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| Find a way or lose themselves
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| On the king’s highway tonight
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| I am just like many more
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| Who lie in bed, still and numb
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| Waking up and I can see
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| Just how dark it has become
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| Who knows no better angels now
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| Who knows none but earthly light
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| Who is waiting for a stranger
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| On the king’s highway tonight
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| It wasn’t how I had it planned
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| When it finally came around
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| I took a man with my own hands
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| But I held him close when he went down
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| He hadn’t time to be afraid
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| His look was only of surprise
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| Staring up from where he lay
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| On the king’s highway tonight
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| I took the little that he had
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| Only as an afterthought
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| He wouldn’t have to feel so bad
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| To think I killed him just because
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| He was passing through this town
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| Only 'cause he looked about right
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| He stopped when I flagged him down
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| On the king’s highway tonight
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| I might just change my mind
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| Sometimes you can never tell |