| Damn the youth I had, for it wasted on myself
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| My disillusioned passion was an impoverished sense of wealth
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| The painted rust I would become traded the sunrise for the sunset
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| Call it kitsch but, darlin', this is all that I have left
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| Baby, if you find yourself looking back
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| Know there ain’t nothin' here to keep you off track
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| Baby, if you find yourself looking back
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| I pray you can see the good beyond the path I poisend with the virtues that I
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| lack
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| In the end you start to feel the beginning at last
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| The sour sting to the throat as I drink down the past
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| And I shouldn’t waste your time with the musings of long gone
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| But I say this as a man who’s learned the burden of what he’s done wrong
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| Baby, if you find yourself looking back
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| Know there ain’t nothin' here to keep you off track
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| Baby, if you find yourself looking back
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| I pray you can see the good beyond the path I poisend with the virtues that I
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| lack
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| Now you’re just a memory, a flash point in my mind
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| And I the 'once burned' lesson to you and your loving kind
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| I sent you away, but now like a dog I bay at the moon if only to put a whisper
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| in your ear
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| The sand ot time turn to diamonds as can a bittersweet memory from tears
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| Baby, if you find yourself looking back
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| Know there ain’t nothin' here to keep you off track
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| Baby, if you find yourself
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| Looking back |