| There’s been something, baby, I’ve been trying to say
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| For an age and it seems I don’t know how
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| With the past and the future now surrounding me
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| I surrender to whatever cheap thrill can be found
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| There’s been a little trouble
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| Since you came to my rescue
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| And if you were like all of the rest
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| I would have quit you long ago
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| But I couldn’t do that
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| Women and wine
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| Never went too well
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| Make me say things I don’t want to tell
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| I know baby that you wish me well
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| But in spite of your trying
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| I’m still gonna have to find my own way through
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| Like the mist of morning, my dream remains
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| Hanging in the burnt fields of my memory
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| The flames hiss a chorus of your disdain
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| Picking up the past I left behind
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| I’m searching solution on the double
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| On this two ton telephone
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| My friend says you ain’t got no real trouble
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| Just too many choices you left undone
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| My friend like all of the rest says
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| Put an action to these words
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| And it’ll all come
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| Women and wine
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| Never went so well
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| Make a man crazy
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| Make him cold as hell
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| I know baby that you wish me well
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| But in spite of all your trying
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| Still gonna have to find my own way through
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| Time has a way of turning my head around
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| Like a groove of sunshine on the cloudiest of days
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| Now the wind is blowing in the right direction for me
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| With a candle under my seat
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| And good ground under my feet
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| To walk on |