Well, I can't recall, one time in my life,
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I've felt as lonely as I do tonight.
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I feel like I could lay down, and get up no more,
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It's the damndest feelin'; I never felt it before.
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Tonight I feel like an old violin,
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Soon to be put away and never played again.
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Don't ask me why I feel like this, hell, I can't say.
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I only wish this feelin' would just go away.
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I guess it's 'cos the truth,
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Is the hardest thing I ever faced.
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'Cos you can't change the truth,
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In the slightest way. I tried.
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So I asked myself,
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I said: 'John, where'd you go from here?'
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Then like a damned fool,
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I turned around and looked in the mirror.
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And there I saw, an old violin.
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Soon to be put away and never played again.
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So one more time, just to be sure,
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I said: 'John, where in the hell do you go from here?'
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You know that when a nickel's worth of difference,
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And I looked in the mirror, that's when I knew.
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That there I was seein', an old violin.
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Soon to be put away, and never played again.
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And just like that, it hit me,
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That old violin and I were just alike.
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We'd give our all to music,
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And soon, we'd give our life.
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Old Violin
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| Johnny Paycheck |
