| In the evenings
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| And the mornings
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| When her child begins to cry
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| Lonely woman shakes the cradle
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| Till the tears begin to dry
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| And she’s looking in the corner
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| And her clock shows ten past eight
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| Second this week that she’s running
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| That she’s running, running late
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| She drops her knees and prays to God
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| While the world keeps turning, turning
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| She sings a song we all forgot
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| As the world keeps turning, turning
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| She drops her knees and prays to God
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| While the world keeps turning, turning
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| She sings a song we all forgot
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| As the world keeps turning, turning
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| Turning, turning, turning, turning
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| Billy James stays outta trouble
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| But blue collar sits too tight
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| And the bottle ain’t forgiving
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| So he lands in jail tonight
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| So he lands in jail tonight
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| So he lands tonight
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| He drops his knees and prays to God
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| While the world keeps turning, turning
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| He sings a song we forgot
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| That the world keeps turning, turning
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| He drops his knees and prays to God
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| While the world keeps turning, turning
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| He sings a song we forgot
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| That the world keeps turning, turning
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| He drops his knees and prays to God
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| While the world keeps turning, turning
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| He sings a song we forgot
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| That the world keeps turning, turning
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| He drops his knees and prays to God
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| While the world keeps turning, turning
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| He sings a song we forgot
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| That the world keeps turning, turning |