| Yesterday, when I was almost home
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| There were people standing right outside my door
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| And my lady was lying on the floor, on the floor
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| Yeah, not a single word had come out of my mouth
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| I just stepped outside and I headed south
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| Me and my old shoes and this old fashioned blues
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| That I sent for you
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| I turned my back and I walked into the night
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| No looking back to whatever I left behind
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| I didn’t wave goodbye, I didn’t even wave goodbye
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| I turned my back and I walked a million miles
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| Under the burning sun and the blinding light
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| I didn’t wave goodbye, I didn’t even wave goodbye
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| I grabbed my stuff, it was really tough
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| I slipped out and didn’t even close the door
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| Nothing left to close the door for
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| Yeah, not a single word had come out of my mouth
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| I just stepped outside and I headed south
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| Me and my old shoes and this old fashioned blues
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| That I sent for you
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| I turned my back and I walked into the night
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| No looking back to whatever I left behind
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| I didn’t wave goodbye, I didn’t even wave goodbye
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| I turned my back and I walked a million miles
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| Under the burning sun and the blinding light
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| I didn’t wave goodbye, I didn’t even wave goodbye |