Now it's so cold in your doorway
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I can hardly breathe.
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You know I want to lay down but I'm afraid I'll freeze
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I spent my last cold dollar
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Getting the way I am
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Running from the border just as fast as I can
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Last September I was on the road
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Now I'm out here and trying to save my soul.
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CHORUS
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You got the cure
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You got the key
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You got the remedy
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I know for sure
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It's plain to see
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You got the remedy
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I believe she got something
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Like a stingaree (Stephen and Tom like to make Colin Laugh by shouting "stick of Brie"...)
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When she moves you know
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She puts a hurt on me
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Well I might get better
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Ah, but I won't get well
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Until I'm over the line
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And I'm under your spell
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I'm like a spider crawling up the wall
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Still looking for his all and all
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CHORUS
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Knocking on your window
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Peeping through the blinds
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Oh honey come here running
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Don't you take your time
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Well I ain't no preacher man
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I'm no preacher's son
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But I'll be shouting hallelujah when I see you come
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I left my mind at the fork in the road
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But I'm still carrying a heavy load
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CHORUS
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CHORUS
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Once I was blind
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Now I see
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You got the remedy.
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Remedy
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| Blackie & the Rodeo Kings |
