I followed that bead of sweat,
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to the small of your back,
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from the nape of your neck,
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Lightin' it up, with every drag upon my cigarette.
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It can run, but it can't hide--
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Like the unspoken feelings on your mind.
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I'm too tense to be tender,
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your too weak to be true.
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You try to make it easier upon yourself,
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By makin' it hard on you!
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but it's the lies in your eyes
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that make me wanna cry--
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It's just sometimes I get so lonesome
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--I could die.
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I'm just another western guy,
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with desires that I can't satisfy
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So all the love I gave to you
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Means nothing at all.
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Dear God, God, God, this slow train to dawn.
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So are you lying when you say you love me.
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I'm lying when I say I don't--
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We've opened our hearts to let each other look in,
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To have and to hold,
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but it's the words that remain unsaid,
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that are the words I wanna hear you speak,
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I bet the birds start singing, & the sun comes up,
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before we fall asleep--
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Oh the tears in your eyes, just make me wanna cry,
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It's just sometimes I get so lonesome--I Could Die!!
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Slow Train To Dawn
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The The |