| The sun, the moon and the stars
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| They make the wind blow
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| It took me twenty years to understand
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| Lost to me are 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
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| In the colour of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom
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| With a fan turning
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| I’ve come to miss a few
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| This afternoon was cloudy and 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
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| In the colour of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom
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| With a fan turning
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| I’ve come to miss a few
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| Dear friends and relations
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| 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
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| 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
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| I’m here on my own
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| It never did me no harm
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| To live all alone
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| Oh, but now and then
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| In the colour of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom
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| With a fan turning
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| I’ve come to miss a few
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| The sun, the moon and the stars
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| They make the wind blow
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| It took me twenty years to understand
|
| But lost to me are how the lives of friends go
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| Like autumn leaves in Oklahoma wind
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| …oh, but now and then
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| It’s in the colour of the evening
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| Drunken in a barroom
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| With a fan turning
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| I’ll come to miss a few |