| One more early morning
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| One more late afternoon
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| Once more you’re out in the wind
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| And once more you come in too soon
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| It’s a long road, oh man
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| And it’s a hard road
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| You wanna make sure to make all the friends that you can make
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| You ain’t worth much more to them
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| Than the worth of what you give
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| And the worth of what you take
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| In this old ritual of compassion
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| Well, you just fail and fall behind
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| Now you’re running
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| Seems to be running
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| You’re running out of time
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| You know it ain’t love
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| No, you know it ain’t love
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| Unless it’s eating you alive
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| When you’re in your bed at night
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| No, you know it ain’t love
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| You know there can’t be no love
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| Unless it comes howlin' out of you
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| Then you know the time is right
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| Ah you wait so long
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| And now you don’t know
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| Now you don’t know what to do
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| Except to pray for your love
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| To come returning on back to you
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| You dry out with all of this bitterness and fear
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| And with every passing year
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| Nothing’s really real to you
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| Except this pain that you feel
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| You will come to realize
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| That you had your day
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| Someday oh so long ago
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| When somebody came a-calling at your door
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| And you pretend that you were not home
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| Now you’re running
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| You’re running
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| You’re running out of time |