| In the light of Sunday morning, I ran away from church
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| With a love not for keeping
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| And a lot of things to burn
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| Said goodbye to Grandma
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| She’d made it through the worst
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| Great wars and great depression
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| But not the cigarettes
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| She said, «Hold on to your life, don’t let it get away
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| Hold on to your life, don’t let it get away»
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| Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong
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| Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong
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| Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong
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| You can call me up, you can call me out
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| But please don’t call me loveless
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| You can call me out, call me strange
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| But please don’t call me loveless
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| Said goodbye to my brother
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| Leaving on a Navy ship
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| To be a longing father
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| Who was kissed by bullet lead
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| I’m dreaming in the blackness
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| Longing for the light
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| Baby I’m a work in progress
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| Yes I am, but I swear it’ll be alright
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| I’m gonna hold on, hold on to your love
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| Don’t let them get away
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| Hold on to your love, don’t let them get away
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| Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong
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| Where did I go wrong, where did I go wrong
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| You can call me up, you can call me out
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| But please don’t call me loveless
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| You can call me out, call me strange
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| But please don’t call me loveless
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| You can call me up, you can call me out
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| But please don’t call me loveless
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| You can call me out, call me strange
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| But please don’t call me loveless |