| My goodness, is a tumbleweed blowing away from me?
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| I neglected the garden, it wilted and it hardened
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| Like a lifeless bouquet, I let it blow away
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| Blow away, hey yeah
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| And if I pass my goodness on the road
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| If I see it on the blacktop
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| And if I recognize and ask to hold it
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| Would it take me back, Lord
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| Take me back, would it take me back
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| My love is a broken wing and it doesn’t beat
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| I neglected the arrow that tore into the marrow
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| In a feather cascade, I let it blow away
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| Blow away, hey yeah
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| And if I pass my love beside the road
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| If I see it on the blacktop
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| And if I recognize and ask to hold it
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| Would it take me back, Lord
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| Take me back, would it take me back
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| And if I pass my goodness on the road
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| If I see it on the blacktop
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| And if I recognize and ask to hold it
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| Would it take me back, Lord
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| Take me back, would it take me back
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| Take me back
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| Take me back
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| Who would take me back |