| Riding the heels of a seven day stone
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| Laughin' together and drinking alone
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| Stitch it up quick now, it’s come all unsewn
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| My right arm around you, you’re already gone
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| Well you come as you are and you leave with a smile
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| You got a way, honey, you got a style
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| That you play
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| So I wake in the mornin' and start out my day
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| To the sound of you walkin' away
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| To the sound of you walkin' away
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| Well how did I get to the shape that I’m in
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| A younger man’s thoughts, some tonic, some gin
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| And now I’m fumblin' around for a «darlin' don’t go»
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| The click of the heel to the tap of the toe
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| Well you come as you are and you leave with a smile
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| You got a way, honey, you got a style
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| That you play
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| So I wake in the mornin' with nothin' to say
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| To the sound of you walkin' away
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| To the sound of you walkin' away
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| Well I make the coffee, head to the blinds
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| I cut ties with everything I can’t find
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| I blow a bad word when I talk with an old friend
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| Lord, you’re a godsend
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| I’ve got my heart set now on changin' your mind
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| Well you come as you are and you leave with a smile
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| You got a way, honey, you got a style
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| That you play
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| So I wake in the mornin' and start out my day
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| To the sound of you walkin' away
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| To the sound of you walkin' away
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| To the sound of you walkin' away |