| As I sit on the edge of this never made bed
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| Old guitar in my lap a new tune in my head
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| There she stands in the doorway just brushin' her hair
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| It’s my beautiful muse in her underwear
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| And if I was thinkin' I’d be thinkin' thank God whoever you are
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| For the muse and this old guitar
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| Times like these so sweet and so true
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| Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
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| As I sit on the end of this dirty old bar
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| Tryin' to work some things out and not gettin' too far
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| And I drown out the voices that are keepin' me down
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| There’s a muse all alone on the other side of town
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| And if I was thinkin' I’d be thinkin' thank God whoever you are
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| For all the whiskey in this dirty old bar
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| Times like these so sad but so true
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| Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
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| Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
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| As I sit on the bed in this hospital room
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| Sheddin' a tear for the bride and groom
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| The tiniest voice starts to bellow and cry
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| It’s my finest work yet if today I should die
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| And if I was thinkin' I’d be thinkin' thank God whoever you are
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| For the muse and the miracle right here in my arms
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| Times like these so sweet and so true
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| Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
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| Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do
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| Thinkin’s the last thing that you wanna do |