Warren comes in singing
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Bringing in the shoes
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Summer¡¯s over and it¡¯s almost
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Autumn¡¯s time
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Bumper crapper kisses
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Fakers all in breeze
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Get the rhythm right
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It can beat you to the raft
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Oh my left is empty
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But I got a 4 I have
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Walking on air like a hanging man
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A friend of mine, she told me
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In this life you have a choice
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You can either be a fool or
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A thief
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But I¡¯m sitting here tonight
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Listening to her voice
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Backseat love brought us both to grief
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She love the woman in me
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Wanted me to do more things
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Oh, walking on air like a hanging man
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I was born a moon child
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I hate how that¡¯s all true
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Heart torn between the road and home
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Sometimes it seems it¡¯s all set
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We¡¯re just moving through
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Some part of us stay so all alone
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We think we¡¯re doing what we want to
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We just doin what we can
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Walking on air like a hanging man
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I could hardly see you
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In the backroom of the shack
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Some down the razor cut, bleeding on the west
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Our two confessions have left us on our backs
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Two little birds chewing on your chest
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Oh I wish I could have told you
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So you could understand
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I¡¯m just walking on air like a hanging man
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A little cup of whiskey
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The old songs of the old
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The road is leading me along shore
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JB Lenore, cutting through the bone
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Billy Holiday had open-door
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Great souls are their only riches
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In a world of shifting sand
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Walking on air like a hanging man
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Mary burns all night
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With a rope hanging open
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I can see their tender hearts
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She tells me there ain¡¯t one thing
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Don¡¯t wanna be like I was hoping
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And all I can do is to play my part
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Take a look at the darkness and slowly stand
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Walking on air like a hanging man
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Hanging Man
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Greg Brown |