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B. R. Hornsby
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Well I'm walking on the floor
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Hanging right round the door
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Hoping you will come through
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Wanting you to, sweat on my brow
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I'm no saint
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Nothing left but a bad excuse
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The heat makes you do things
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You might just not do
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In your right mind
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But you'll do what you do
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You can be sure I'll be there
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It's gonna take these arms of mine
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All that they've got to hold onto you
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All that I know is these arms of mine
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Are willing to try to keep hold of you
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Gonna take a whole, whole, whole lot
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A whole, whole, whole lot
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Well I'm walking the line
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Between wrong and right
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I could go either way
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But now you don't want me to stay
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You're so tired of waiting
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Well I'm no saint
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Tried to have my cake and eat it too
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But nobody does what you do
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Now another wins and I lose
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I might deserve to
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Now you'll do what you do
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Might be too late but I'll tell you
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It's gonna take these arms of mine
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All that they've got to hold onto you
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All that I know is these arms of mine
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Are willing to try to keep hold of you
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Gonna hold, hold, hold on
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Hold, hold, hold on
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These Arms of Mine
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| Bruce Hornsby |
