He left home when she was seventeen
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We came back to see her
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She was older cold and even mean
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Not like we remembered
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Out along the old road
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Where the Indian Paintbrush grows
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She began to cry and said she wanted us to know
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There were hard times
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When the family was broken
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There were hard times
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Then she lit up a smoke and said
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Gonna open up my umbrella and keep it off of me
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It's so easy to go somewhere
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But so hard to leave
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I move far away and still the memories find me there
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When I hear the clock and see the dust come off the chair
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There were hard times
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I don't wanna remember
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There were hard times
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And I don't want to see ya
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Let the wind and white sheet blow through the room
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I can live with the ghosts but not with you
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It was never so easy saying goodbye
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Sitting at a bus stop
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Waiting for euphoria
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I've heard so much bad news today
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I don't think I can take anymore
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Of the hard times
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Shadows on the horizon
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All the hard times
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Rusty glow in the sunrise
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Hard Times
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| Edie Brickell & New Bohemians |
