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By Jude Cole, I had a woman
And she had a child
It lasted one
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By Jude Cole, I'll play guitar to make the rent
And you can make
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By Jude Cole, Why you wanna break me down
Every time I come around?
You've
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By Jude Cole, It's hard to find a reason
To keep standing in the
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By Jude Cole, Fields of patience
Mountains of pain
Innocence fell from this runaway train
Planets
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By Jude Cole, I left home on a southbound train
One September in the
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By Jude Cole, Heaven knows what made my heart go deeper into this
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By Jude Cole, Through the shadows, dark as shame
I can still hear your
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By Jude Cole, Well I'm tired of losing you
I'm so tired of losing
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By Jude Cole, Rain down mercy
For the lost and lonely child
For the liars
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By Jude Cole, The earth was trembling on their wedding day
The sun was
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By Jude Cole, This is the room
Where I sat and waited till the
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By Jude Cole, It?s a glorified high school in a Kodak flash
Homecoming kings
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By Jude Cole, You could have me sewn
Into your blue jean pocket
You could
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By Jude Cole, Poetry and angels
Flowers and perfume
You fill your house with pretty
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By Jude Cole, I go to church on Sunday morning
Come home and beat
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By Jude Cole, Walking up broadway, face down in the wind
The mission bells
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By Jude Cole, Did you have something to say
Or were you just drinkin'
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By Jude Cole, Sitting on the back porch, everybody be damned
Head in your
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By Jude Cole, Dream town, no money down
Young girls shine electric in the
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By Jude Cole, This conversation is a trance
The years fly by at a
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By Jude Cole, It's time to greet the world
(Time to greet the world)
Life
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By Jude Cole, Black road, Georgia trees
Midnight moon, just stay with me
Like a
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By Jude Cole, When the sun comes up on another day
And the sidewalk
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By Jude Cole, Everyone living in their private worlds
Looking for love
It's a fashionable
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By Jude Cole, Have you heard the news? It's raining on the moon
The
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By Jude Cole, Sunset on the river
Down in old Watertown
Hear the train whistle
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By Jude Cole, I'm the old man at the dance hall
I'm the young
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By Jude Cole, Somewhere you and I go
Making it real, making it whole
Somewhere
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By Jude Cole, Like ghosts on open windows
The curtains rise and fall
The past