(Ray Sawyer/Gary Doon)
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It's cold in this jail cell that I live in
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The silence makes me think about me and you
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I guess I tried too hard to make things better
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Now the paying is the hardest thing I do
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It hurt to see you cry cause I love you
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I never got that job the way we planned
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Now the baby's crying haunts me like a sad dream
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Ain't it funny how our lives get out of hand
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Now I can't go home anymore
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The memory of you and me is all I'm living for
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I know now it was better living free and being poor
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Than just sitting here with all my tears behind these walls and doors
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Each week I wait everyday for Sunday
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The one day that they let me close to you
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I wonder as the sun comes up each Monday
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Why I haven't seen you in a week or two
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Now I can't go home anymore
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The memory of you and me is all I'm living for
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I know now it was better living free and being poor
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Than just sitting here with all my tears behind these walls and doors
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And I can't go home anymore
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(c) 1977 Sunbury Music Ltd.
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Walls And Doors
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| Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show |
