When the well has no water to hold
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And the wheels start to run off the road
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Where do we go
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When we bury the embers that glow
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And the seeds that we planted won't grow
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Like we were told
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Hey man what in the hell do we know
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We strike out and then we strike gold
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Whoever is running the show
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There's one thing that I need to know
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Could you soften the blows
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When a bold man's afraid to be bold
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And a fish finds the water too cold
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Where does he go
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When the liar finds truth must be told
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And the loner hates being alone
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Who does he hold
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Hey man what in the hell do we know
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We strike out and then we strike gold
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Whoever is running the show
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There's one thing I'd like to be told
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That you'll soften the blows
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Never turn your back on the ocean and never talk back
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Don't make those funny faces, your face could stick like that
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Hey man what in the hell do we know
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We strike out and then we strike gold
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Whoever is running the show
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There's one thing I'd like to be told
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That you'll soften the blows
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Could you soften the blows
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Soften The Blows
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| Lisa Marie Presley |
