| I been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can’t call to no one
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| ah, way out on the outside.
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| Well livin' alone is easy, but too long just don’t seem really
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| quite the thing to do, no.
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| Think I’ll drink up a little more wine, to ease my worried mind.
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| And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. |
| All behind.
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| The landlord is on my line, I can’t get no peace of mind.
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| But I know there’s something better.
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| I can’t stay and I can’t run, can’t keep waitin' for someone
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| to find and go roll.
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| Well I’ll gather up all my four leaf clovers.
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| Don’t leave, I’m on my way over.
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| A walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. |
| All behind.
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| And I feel I have to scream
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| whenever I get the notion.
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| And though I try so hard,
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| I can’t hold back my emotions.
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| But I… love you, but I can’t have ya. |
| Won’t you sit by my side.
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| You don’t work, the man don’t pay ya.
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| There ain’t no saint to come and save ya, oh, puttin' your toll down.
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| Well, if you ride you pay the fare… with Satan on your back.
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| And he don’t care where you come from or where you goin'.
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| And before I get myself all down, I jump up and kick the door down.
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| And walk down on the street, and leave my blues at home. |
| All behind. |