It took so long to get me back on my feet
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It takes so long to find the words and the beat
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And Charlie's waiting on the end of the phone
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To hear you call on him to try to recapture
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But them old records won't be saving your soul
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And them feelings got the reasons you know
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That you've forgotten somewhere
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Riding a train to place
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You are out in the cold cold
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And it feels like all you'd have to do
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Is step outside
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Stop pacing around and waiting for some moment
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That might never arrive
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But you're never gonna find it
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Like when you were young
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And everybody used to call you lucky
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Nothing feels right in the wintery cold
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Steam, heat, clang, and the dark at your door
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All the other rooms are a party tonight
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And you never got an invitation
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And you feel in your bones
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Steady aching and more
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Twenty five years gone just an hour ago
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Momma never told me there'd be days like these
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Until it was much too late to recover
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And it feels like all you'd have to do
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Is step outside
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Stop pacing around and waiting for some moment
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That might never arrive
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But you're never gonna find it
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When your knees got so weak
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But it's right here in case you need it
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Like when you were young
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And everybody used to call you lucky
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When you were young
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And everybody used to call you lucky
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But it feels like you just might explode inside
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You've been pacing around and waiting
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For some moment that might never arrive at all
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What you don't have, you don't need it anymore
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What you don't have, you don't need it anymore
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But you're never gonna find it
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When your knees got so weak
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But it's right here in case you need it
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Like when you were young
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And everybody used to call you lucky
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When you were young
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And everybody used to call you lucky
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If you're anywhere in Manhattan
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In the next eight days or so
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Let me know
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Speak to stay lucky
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Stay Lucky
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
