| Twilight never chase its morning
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| Hard rain never waits to fall
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| Thunder never heeds a warning
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| Dead ends never take you far
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| Any time, any place, for winter
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| Well I was always headed south
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| You were swinging for the fence (?)
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| Holding up both sides of the house
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| Oh that was the only thing to do
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| Oh that was the only thing to do
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| Yeah it’s true
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| Old strings always end up broken
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| The soldiers always take their leave
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| Windows always get left open
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| The beggar’s gonna make his plea
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| Each time light would start its shining
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| A trouble there’s staring at my shoes
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| You were reaching for the sketcher
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| Trying to dream away my blues
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| Oh that was the only thing to do
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| Oh that was the only thing to do
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| Yeah it’s true
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| Sometimes there can be exceptions
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| We both know the well has long run dry
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| You should go find yourself another
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| The young at heart need to feel alive
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| Oh that was the only thing to do
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| Oh that was the only thing to do
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| Yeah it’s true
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| It was the only thing to do
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| Lord, it was the only thing
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| (That was the only thing) |