Late morning midnight, sunny tuesday gloom,
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Silence under shutters, stillness in the room.
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Bobby lee, this cave¡¯s too dark for me. I gotta go out where the wind can find my face.
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I just hope that you¡¯ll see eventually that I was only trying to roll the stone away.
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The years and the seasons, the tide and the breeze,
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They come and bring their changes, so you call them all your enemies.
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Bobby lee, I don¡¯t think I can breathe, and the walls get closer every single day,
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And yeah it¡¯s true I¡¯m gonna leave, I just hope you can believe how hard I really tried to roll the stone away.
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Sorrow comes a knocking, but you won¡¯t let her inside.
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So she goes away with joy her little sister.
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But she¡¯s looking back in her tracks, a tear in her eye.
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Bobby lee, I believe it¡¯s killing me, and I got no other words that I can say.
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But I pray every night that someday you might find a way to roll that stone away
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Bobby lee, you meant the world to me, and I miss you more than I could ever say.
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But I tried for so long, and no one is that strong. I think it¡¯s you who¡¯s gotta roll the stone away.
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Bobby Lee
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