(Paul Cotton)
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If you see me fallin'
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By the wayside callin'
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Pick me up and let me start again
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This old road has a way
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Of takin' me down a little each day
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And I can't see my way around the bend
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All the things I like to take
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Cost so much more than I make
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And it's hard keepin' even either way
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And so I'm headed for the bar
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Or another round of cards
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And like the game we play it as they lay
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And we're all alone together
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On a road that seems forever
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To be takin' you from yours and me from mine
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And though we know just where we're goin'
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There are changes that ain't showin'
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Night and day become the same fine line
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Night and day become the same fine line
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ALL ALONE TOGETHER
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Poco |