I'm walking outside and I see you arrive
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You say let's go for a ride, and have a good old time
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I'm saving up lies, or just stay quiet every time
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While you talk your line, keep everything fine
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Bwtween us, I can see, things are not what they used to be
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My old friend changed or maybe it was me
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Things get so complicated, jokes maed, friendships dissipated
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Long silence but I speak now so belated, I say
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Hey, wait a minute, what's that you said?
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Not so sure that I heard you right
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Hey, wait a minute, oh say that again
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You're in the dust drawing a long straight line
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We'd be playing outside, we'd swing on the swings
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Shared most everything, sit there and even sing
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Now I sit and wonder, why it's a friendship charade
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Looking for fighhts all day, I don't want to play
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But I do, here we go, you fire off another lame remark
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You're in the dark
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No bite, just your bark but it leaves a painful mark
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Painful mark on your soul, takes its toll, might as well fold
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I've got my courage up, gonna roll, roll
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Hey, wait a minute, what's that you said?
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Not so sure that I heard you right
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Hey, wait a minute, oh say that again
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You're in the dust drawing a long straight line
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We talk and talk but you never see
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Unreconstructed defiantly
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My old friend changed but maybe it was me
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Things get so complicated
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Jokes made, friendships dissipated
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I've stayed quiet so we don't get alienated
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Hey, wait a minute, what's that you said?
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Not so sure that I heard you right
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Hey, wait a minute, oh say that again
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You're in the dust drawing a long straight line
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Oh say that again
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Watch yourself drawing a line in the dust
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Line In The Dust
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| Bruce Hornsby |
