| I’ve a tale to, to tell you
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| But the prose just makes me slow
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| But I guess maybe I’ll just go
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| There’s a method to my madness
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| There’s a secret to this town
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| There’s a reason why I’m still living here
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| Though I can’t think of it right now
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| I made a promise when I left for coast
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| Twenty long years ago
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| I made a life out of chasing a ghost
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| Twenty years takes its toll
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| I got along for a while I guess
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| But it took everything I had
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| I gotta find a way out of this mess
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| I’m in trouble and it sure looks bad
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| I gotta find a way out of this mess
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| I’m in trouble and it sur looks bad
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| I gotta find a way out of this mess
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| I went looking and it drove m mad
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| I gotta find a way out of this mess
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| I’m in trouble and it sure looks bad
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| I gotta find a way a way out of this mess
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| I ain’t never seen you look so sad |