| I don’t like these leavin' days
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| Might be too late to change my ways
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| My body leaves, my soul it stays
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| I don’t like these leavin' days
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| I can’t fight these leavin' days
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| Might be too late to change my ways
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| My body grieves, my soul, it craves
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| I can’t fight these leavin' days
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| I’ll take my leave in the morning
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| Before the light breaks the day
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| Before the night wakes up a-warning
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| I’ll drive the deep blues away
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| If I don’t take these leavin' days
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| I miss the road and all her ways
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| She frees my mind, we roll and sway
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| God I need these leavin' days
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| To rage against the dying
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| Roll, baby, roll, rag, mama, rag
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| Like every bird we fly the same crosswinds
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| Gravity, lift and drag
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| So I don’t mind these leavin' days
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| Might be too late to change my ways
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| My body breathes the long refrain
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| I don’t mind these leavin' days
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| I can’t fight these leavin' days
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| God I need these leavin' days |