| I know how you feel
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| Like your soul could use the rest
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| But you’re not my girl anymore
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| You’re a ghost in the west
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| And tonight you’re gonna make it
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| Down the black road alone
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| Don’t cry now
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| 'Cause you’re so much better off
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| You’re none of what you were
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| But you’re everything you lost
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| And whatever you got back after that
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| Is worth whatever it cost
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| You can climb to the top of the wall
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| You can look down on it all
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| You can never tell what you saw
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| Remember when you got here
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| How the bending willows hung?
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| How your eyes stung from the mercury
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| And you found on your tongue?
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| All the words to all the songs you were sure
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| Only the night could have sung
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| And all the way down gospel street
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| A dead bird was hauling an ivory box
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| Back from redemption
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| You just buried the last chance you got
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| And all the way down Locust Street
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| A black ox was hauling a white willow box
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| Back from oblivion
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| He just dug up the last chance you got
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| He said the last three human words
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| Were the same as the first three words
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| Don’t you ever wonder what they were? |