it gets hard sometimes
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everybody's got an arm
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they pull to the left and to
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the right your body's tired
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their grip's too tight
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and you'd think that you
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would know you've seen
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these roads before they're
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covered white with snow if
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you stand in it too long
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you get frostbite on your
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soul
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so just give me your time
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i'll trade you peace of
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mind i'll give you water
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then turn it into wine you
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drink the water and make
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your troubles mine so give
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me a little more time
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You play hard to get that's
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all right I get used to that
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like a dog wrapped in his
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chain you bark I set you
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free you get tangled up
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again
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and you'd think that you
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would know you've seen
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these roads before they're
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covered white with snow if
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you stand in it too long
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you get frostbite on your
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A Little More Time
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