Got a message in my head
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that the papers had all gone
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Richard Manuel is dead
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And the daylight's coming on
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I've been wandering through the dark
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now I'm standing on the lawn
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If I could give all my love to you
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I could justify myself
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but I'm just not coming through
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You're a pill to ease the pain
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of all the stupid things I do
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I'm an anchor on the line
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of a clock that tells the time
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that is running out on you
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Well it was cold when i woke
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and the day was halfway done
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Nearly spring in San Francisco
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but I cannot feel the sun
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you were sleeping next to me
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but I knew that you'd be gone
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If I could give all my love to you
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I could justify myself
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but I'm just not coming through
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You're a pill to ease the pain
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of all the stupid things I do
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I'm an anchor on the line
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of a clock that tells the time
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that is running out on you
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Take some time before you go
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think of monday's coming down
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and the people that you knew
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The ones that aren't around
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you've been fading day to day
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I've been moving town to town
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If I could give all my love to you
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I could justify myself
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but I'm just not coming through
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You're a pill to ease the pain
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of all the stupid things i do
|
I'm an anchor on the line
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of a clock that tells the time
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that is running out on you
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2X
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Richard Manuel Is Dead
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| Counting Crows |
