I don't see you through the windshield
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I don't see you in faces looking back at mealcohol doesn't have much that matters to saycan't imagine where you and time to kill will stay
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when the bible is a bottle
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and the hardwood floor is home
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when morning comes twice a day or not at allif I break in two will you put me back together
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when this puzzle's figured out will you still be around
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to say you've just been there
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walking the line upside down
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walked and breathed many a cancerous mile
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where the bat of an eye is too slow to beat the coffin
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they won't tell it on the TV
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they can't say it on the radio
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they pay to move it off the shelf and into our mindsuntil you can't tell the truth
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when it's right in front of your eyes
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when the bible is a bottle
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and the hardwood floor is home
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when morning comes twice a day or not at all
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if I break in two will you put me back together
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when this puzzle's figured out will you still be around
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to say you've just been there
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walking the line upside down
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Still Be Around
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| Uncle Tupelo |
