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By Laura Cantrell, I see you walking up 14th Street
And you don't know
That
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By Laura Cantrell, Your father said
We’ll leave the land and love behind
Have no
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By Laura Cantrell, I can't be broken again
There'd be nothing left of me
My
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By Laura Cantrell, You keep all your aces so close to your chest
How
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By Laura Cantrell, Don't break the heart that needs you, there's nowhere you
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By Laura Cantrell, Khaki and corduroy
Leather jackets on the boys
Denim with a worn
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By Laura Cantrell, She left her home on the mountain as a young
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By Laura Cantrell, I went for a walk in my old downtown
To the
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By Laura Cantrell, Some you get over, some you'll never let go
Some you'll
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By Laura Cantrell, I met a guy in a west coast town, had
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By Laura Cantrell, I've been thinking
About you
About change
About life
It turned so strange
what you
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By Laura Cantrell, Wishing I could see you again dear
That the flame of
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By Laura Cantrell, All the same to you:Laura CantrellExcuse me for livingDon't mind
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By Laura Cantrell, I feel like a big wheelI feel like a big
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By Laura Cantrell, Why try to stay when I can see that there's
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By Laura Cantrell, Do you ever think of me, Do I ever cross
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By Laura Cantrell, The three years that I loved you,Were the best years,
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By Laura Cantrell, Mick said that time was on my side,So I waited
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By Laura Cantrell, My Heart Goes Out To You - Sung by
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By Laura Cantrell, You can play master but I won't wear your chains.Throw
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By Laura Cantrell, For these many years, I've loved you,No-one has ever known.No-one
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By Laura Cantrell, Come on baby stop your cryin'You know you shouldn't bother
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By Laura Cantrell, She was the Queen of the Coast back in nineteen
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By Laura Cantrell, It was a beautiful idea when it started,It hit so
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By Laura Cantrell, Well, the whiskey makes you sweeter than you are.If I'd
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By Laura Cantrell, I've been sittin' all night,Listenin' to my records,Makin' up my
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By Laura Cantrell, I never saw it coming, somehow I never knewThe last
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By Laura Cantrell, Well, they're strollin' in the gloamin',When the roses are in
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By Laura Cantrell, Hopped a freight train out of Nashville, rode it up