| I’ve got flowers but there ain’t no grave
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| You’re still walkin' 'round but nothing’s changed
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| I’ve stopped breathin' but I’m still feelin' the pain
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| Everywhere I go, I hear your name
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| Want to get out, want to get off of this street, out of this place
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| You’re still breathin' but you’re not feelin' the pain
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| Put out the fire, can’t kill the flame
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| I — I — I — I know I’m free but still
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| My hands are tied
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| Behind my back beside the Mississippi flood
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| This love won’t give up
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| No, it don’t run dry
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| Why-y-y
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, but it ain’t dead and gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, but it ain’t dead and gone
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| I’m not twisted, bitter, I’m not mad
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| I just wish you would get off my mouth
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| I’ve been hidin' but you keep findin' my tracks
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| Why do you keep on comin' back?
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| I — I — I — I know I’m free but still
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| My hands are tied
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| Behind my back beside the Mississippi flood
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| This love won’t give up
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| No, it don’t run dry
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| Why-y-y
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, but it ain’t dead and gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, but it ain’t dead and gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, but it ain’t dead and gone
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| It’s gone, it’s gone, but it ain’t dead and gone |