on the sunday after the mason dance
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it's the one day I can remember when
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I felt so pure and really at peace with myself
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I was in love, the sun sang down victorious
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but the truth is I have no faith in happiness
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it turns to fear, draws the devils near
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so I jumped the fence
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and went out west
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abilene
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got a sales job as a pharmaceutical rep
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lived out of hotels, rental cars and a stowable bag
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I drove all day from hospital pacing and clinic sweats
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I drove all night I couldn�t ever sleep now anyway
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I tried, but the old devils, they found me in my room
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I hid under the covers and cried out as they tore off my sheets
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so I went east
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vietnam
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I'm long gone
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I'm up the river
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way past mekong
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but the old devils, they found me in my hut
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they poured through the windows, they cornered me
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and I cried out, to no one
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I give up.
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White Plains
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| John Vanderslice |
