| You draw the line
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| You draw it again
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| But I only lie to my closest friends
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| Straight as an arrow?
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| Well, that depends
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| You hit the road, and the road bends
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| I have no quarrels, no enemies
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| I know my failures, my expertise
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| The righteous gambling of '82
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| You came to me, but I was born to you
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| Where would you wander?
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| What would it mean?
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| There might be saviors, but no guarantees
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| When we needed something kind of like love
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| We fell together, I guess just because
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| Oh, my friend sorrow, you are relieved
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| I no longer need your company
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| And what’s stuck in my throat is a mystery
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| And what it is
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| Is a heartbreaking, soul-shaking, overwhelming undertaking
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| That hit me once again
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| I knew your mother
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| She was my friend
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| It’s only love to her that I do extend
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| When I fell under, sometimes nightly
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| She was the branch to which I held on tightly
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| I’ve tried my staple of remedies
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| I know it’s hard to see the light when you’re on your knees
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| I had her mad
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| Borrowed a car
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| North Colorado via Arkansas
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| Island to island
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| Breaking my silence
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| I’m held in autumn
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| Dwell in the violence
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| Behind my eyelids
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| I close then open
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| Something inside you is bending like I do
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| It’s like I’ve heard this song
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| If down the walk
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| If you are to find
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| Some box of clues that I’ve left behind
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| I just thought that I’d save you some time
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| Straighten it out here and make it rhyme:
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| It’s not my nature to pretend
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| That any one road leads to any one end
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| And maybe victory’s too heavy for arms like these
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| And freedom’s too loaded with the speak of destinies
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| Just try to see the thing for what it is
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| And what it is
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| Is a heartbreaking, soul-shaking, overwhelming exhalation
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| That hit me once again
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| Hit me once again |