| You say you’re clearing out, the devil’s in your eyes
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| No time to walk, no time to talk, no time for long goodbyes
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| The ticket’s in your hand, you’ve made that final call
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| The hard words flying by like punches in a barroom brawl
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| We’ve made a mess of things
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| It makes no difference now let’s chalk it all up to the blues
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Before you break in your walking shoes
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| I am just what I am, I won’t apologize
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| So if you go you’ll surely know you’ll have to come to realize
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| Love don’t walk away, only people do
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| So if you go or if you stay you know I’ll keep on loving you
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| We’ve made a mess of things
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| It makes no difference now let’s chalk it all up to the blues
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Before you break in your walking shoes
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| We’ve made the hard time sing, we’ve made the miles roll by
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| We’ve broken both our wings and still we’ve had the will to fly
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| It ain’t the memories, that make me talk this way
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| It’s more like someone pulled the plug before we ever saw the play
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| We’ve made a mess of things
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| It makes no difference now let’s chalk it all up to the blues
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Before you break in your walking shoes
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| I’ve read a thousand books, I’ve been behind the wheel
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| I’ve known you all my life but still I can’t feel how you feel
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| It’s only you for me, just like that whooping crane
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| Who has one wife for all his life and if she dies, he’ll do the same
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| We’ve made a mess of things
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| It makes no difference now let’s chalk it all up to the blues
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Little girl, think it over one time
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| Before you break in your walking shoes |