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, then tore right through it. Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it. Father, you fought me 'cause I didn't care. And I still don't understand, no So I look back upon my life. Forever with a sense
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, then tore right through it. Whatever you taught me, I didn't believe it. Father, you fought me 'cause I didn't care. And I still don't understand, no So I look back upon my life. Forever with a sense
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change their headstrong ways And in a lover's rage. They tore another page. The fightin' is worth the love they save One love feeds the fire. One heart burns desire. I wonder who's cryin' now Two
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could change their headstrong ways. And in a lover's rage. They tore another page. The fighting is worth the love they save One love, feeds the fire. One heart, burns desire. Wonder, who's crying now
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stormy nights. So many wrongs or rights. Neither could change. Their headstrong ways. And in a lover's rage. They tore another page. The fightin' is worth. The love they save. One love feeds the fire. One
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I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground. I'm tore down, I'm almost level with the ground. Well, I feel like this when my baby can't be found. . I went to the river to jump in. My baby
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won't come back, no, she won't come back. I broke her heart, I tore it all apart In my lonely bed at night, wish that I could die. Hell's comin' down, Hell's comin' down In my lonely bed at night, wish
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see's a no good punk. The tore up clothes, the cigarette, the hair Ah, but that's somebody's dream, somebody's hope. Somebody's world, gone up in smoke. Ain't life a twisting, turning, changing machine
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. Neither could change their headstrong ways. And in a lovers rage they tore another page. The fightin is worth the love they save. . Repeat chorus. . Only so many tears you can cry. Til the heartache
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. Neither could change their headstrong ways. And in a lovers rage they tore another page. The fightin is worth the love they save. . Repeat chorus. . Only so many tears you can cry. Til the heartache
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. Neither could change their headstrong ways. And in a lovers rage they tore another page. The fightin is worth the love they save. . Repeat chorus. . Only so many tears you can cry. Til the heartache
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Well, she wrung her hands and she tore her hair. She was like a young girl in great despair. And her little boat against a rock did run. How can I live now my sweet William is gone?
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. Now don't stare into those photos, don't memorize my eyes. We're just a mile or two from Memphis in the rhythm of our minds. . (Chorus). A mile or two from Memphis. And I must go away. I tore up
