"Here's the car you will be driving. Radio works.
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Take the 10 out. On arriving, detour other road.
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Where every sign's a carved design.
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stick feather on with glue
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and run amok upon the lawn"
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The sun comes up and it just dawned on me:
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one thing's clear
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the times come when all of your love is drained
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I've seen this scene
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I'll dream this dream and have now and then
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I lose my concentration to some twister again
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and I point mute in shrunken suit like all your
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weathermen
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now feeling wet and most alone
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into this shelter I am thrown and found dumb?
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at least I got this one thing clear:
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the times come when all of your love is drained
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Crash on the east Grapevine
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and now that the blacktop's dried up
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you'll be tied up and I'll be fine...
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Now that I've got your attention,
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a toast to the host.
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If that's a rope and wood invention
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then tie me to its post.
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There's a subject to consider
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since we both know each other too well.
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Forget the plumber, call a priest
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the convicts have all been released
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and I just screwed this up
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at least I think I have
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but you left me with this one thing clear:
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the times come when all of our love is drained.
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One thing's clear
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the time comes when all of your love is drained.
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Drained
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Michael Penn |