| When my blood runs warm with the warm red wine
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| I missed the life that I left behind
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| And when I hear the sound of the black bird’s cry
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| I know I left in the nick of time
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| Well this road I’m on is gonna turn to sand
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| And leave me lost in a far off land
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| So let me ride the wind till I don’t look back
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| And forget the life that I almost had.
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| If I wander till I die
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| May I know whose hand I’m in If my home I’ll never find
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| And let me live again
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| The longer I run then the less that I find
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| Selling my soul for a nickel and dime
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| Breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes
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| And losing again
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| The longer I run then the less that I find
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| Selling my soul for a nickel and dime
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| Breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes
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| And losing again
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| Tell my brother please not to look for me I ain’t the man that I used to be Cause if my savior comes could you let him know
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| I’ve gone away forward to save my soul.
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| If I wander till I die
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| May I know whose hand I’m in If my home I’ll never find
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| And let me live again
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| The longer I run then the less that I find
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| Selling my soul for a nickel and dime
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| Breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes
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| And losing again
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| The longer I run then the less that I find
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| Selling my soul for a nickel and dime
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| Breaking my heart to keep singing these rhymes
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| And losing again |