| The sun, the moon and the stars, they make the wind blow
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| It took me twenty years to understand
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| But lost to me is how the lives of friends go
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| Like autumn leaves in Oklahoma wind
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| But it made me strong to be on my own
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| It never did me no harm to live all alone
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| Oh, but now and then in the color of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, I’ve come to miss a few
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| This afternoon was cloudy then the rains came
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| Third day of my first day San Miguel
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| Seems lately that I’m doubling as storm bait
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| I’ve been followed like a shadow through the dell
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| But it made me strong to be on my own
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| It never did me no harm to live all alone
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| Oh, but now and then in the color of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, I’ve come to miss a few
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| Dear friends and relations, see what I have done
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| I’ve gathered all my fingers in one place
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| They breathe a breath that’s deadly stale since they tooled a song for me
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| I guess mechanics never really set the pace
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| 'Cause I’m back and I’m strong, I’m here on my own
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| It never did me no harm to live all alone
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| Oh, but now and then in the color of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, I’ve come to miss a few
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| The sun, the moon and the stars, they make the wind blow
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| It took me twenty years to understand
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| But lost to me is how the lives of friends go
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| Like autumn leaves in Oklahoma wind
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| Oh, now and then, it’s in the color of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom with a fan turning, I’ll come to miss a few |