| She left her small town
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| In Ohio
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| She headed straight down
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| To Mexico into my arms
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| We fell fast
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| She read me all those
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| Old magazines
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| We fell in between
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| Our wants and needs
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| Our hearts were full
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| Our eyes were wide
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| Now I’m in the corner
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| Crooked eyes and sunken grin
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| Dark red pool around my feet I’m dyin slow
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| And in the morning
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| She’s pacing back and forth again
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| She says I’d love to stay but you know I have to go
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| Well some would say the stars aligned
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| I was her own and she was mine
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| And if the sky fell to the ground
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| We’d smile as it was burning
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| Down
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| I lost my way home
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| At a game of cards
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| The well has run dry
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| The ground is hard and cracked from heat
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| Dead and heavy heat
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| Months in a bottle
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| I’m bleeding gin
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| My body hollow
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| I plunge against all with my feet
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| My heavy feet
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| Then I wake to see her
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| The hair hangs down she shakes her head
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| She looks right through me
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| Nothing there for her to know
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| Quiet surrender
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| Waste a battle in that bed
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| Within a month my battered chest began to grow
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| Some would say the stars aligned
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| I was her own and she was mine
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| And if the sky fell to the ground
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| We’d smile as it was burning
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| Down
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| Summer burned on
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| A torrid affair
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| A thousand moments
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| When she laid there and not the door
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| Now I’m the fool
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| Death is waiting
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| Around the bend
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| Through the blood and liquor
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| I smell the end
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| I rest my eyes
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| One final time
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| But then the morning
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| Comes along to my surprise
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| The sun comes bursting through and casts a bitter glow
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| Downstairs is empty
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| Coffee helps the pain subside
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| I stumble out the door with nowhere left to go
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| Yeah I’m out the door with nowhere left to go
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| Stumble out the door with nowhere left to go
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| Well some would say the stars aligned
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| I was her own and she was mine |