Maybe I took for granted You'd be around
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To pick me up on my way down
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I thought my feet were planted Firmly on the ground
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'Til one day my whole world came unwound
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And like a ball of yarn Kept neatly on a spool
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You held the life together Of this broken-hearted fool
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And what once was the exception
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Now seems to be the rule
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And there's a burnin' question
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A fire in my mind
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You always had the answers The ones I couldn't find
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So all I'm askin' Is where are you now?
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What Father Time would sell me I'd take it all
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If only you'd come back around
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But then if time should spell me
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Well I might take the call
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But there's no way of knowin' where I'm bound
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So here comes another Fine mess I've got into
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And if I knew which way to turn
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I'd still turn to you So if everything is said and done
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What am I supposed to do?
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And that's the burnin' question On fire in my mind
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You always had the answers for me Time after time
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So all I'm askin' Is where are you now?
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All I'm askin' Is where are you now?
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Where Are You Now
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Clint Black |