Every step of the way
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We walk the line
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Your days are numbered
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So are mine
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Time is piling up
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We struggle and we scrape
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We¡¯re all boxed in
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Nowhere to escape
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City's just a jungle
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More games to play
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I'm trapped in the heart of it
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Trying to get away
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I was raised in the country
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Been working in the town
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I been in trouble since I
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Set my suitcase down
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I ain't got nothing for you
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I had nothing before
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Don't even do anything
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For myself anymore
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Sky's full of fire
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Rain pouring down
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There's nothing you can sell me
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So I'll see you around
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All my powers of expression
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And thoughts so sublime
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Could never do you justice
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In reason or rhyme
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Well there's only one thing I did wrong
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I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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The devil's in the alley, mule kicking in the stall
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Say anything you wanna, I've heard it all
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I was thinking about the things that you said
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I was dreaming I was sleeping in your bed
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Walking through the leaves, falling from the trees
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Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees
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Well so many things we never will undo
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I know you're sorry, well I'm sorry too
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Some people'll offer you their hand and some won't
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Last night I knew you, tonight I don't
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I need something strong to distract my mind
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I'm gonna look at you 'til my eyes go blind
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Well I got here, following the southern star
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I crossed that river just to be where you are
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There's only one thing that I did wrong
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I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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Well my ship's been split to splinters; it's sinking fast
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I'm drowning in the poison, got no future, got no past
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But my heart is not weary, and smiling's free
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I've got nothing but affection for those who've sailed with me
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Everybody's moving if they ain't already there
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Everybody's got to move somewhere
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Well stick with me baby anyhow
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Things should start to get interesting right about now
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My clothes are wet, tight on my skin
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Not as tight as the corner that I painted myself in
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I know that fortune is waiting to be kind
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So give me your hand and say you'll be mine
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The emptiness is endless, cold as clay
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You can always go back, but you can't go back all the way
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Well there's only one thing that I did wrong
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I stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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Yeah the only thing that I did wrong
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Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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The only thing that I did wrong
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Was stayed in Mississippi a day too long
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