Can't Take That
Alright
In my dirty mirror pane
I see deep furrows in my face
From all these times I've bled
And all the wrong turns which I's led
There's no gray hairs on my head
It's wonder how I ain't dead
From all the times I tried to find
And all the ways in which you lied
Someday I'll go home and stop
The roaming for which I've been known
I'll sneak away so quietly
Begin to finally breath in a fresh breeze
For In a week they'll come to see
That all that's left of me is a little bit of peace
And they sure as shit can't take that from me
Not as strong I was once
Not as if it matters much
I'll take the blame and fadeaway
As if it was just all a game
I can feel the Texas wind
As if it were a common sin
The touch of you and having blues
It's got me wanting something new
Someday I'll go home and stop
The roaming for which I've been known
I'll sneak away so quietly
Begin to finally breath in a fresh breeze
In a week they'll come to see
That all that's left of me is a little bit of peace
And they sure as shit can't take that from me
Nowadays I miss my home
But I'm nearly thirty years old
With a pocket full of flowers
And letters I've yet to send
Someday I'll go home and stop
The roaming for which I've been known
I'll sneak away so quietly
Begin to finally breath in a fresh breeze
In a week they'll come to see
All that's left of me is a little bit of peace
And they sure as shit can't take that from me
They sure as shit can't take that from me
In my dirty mirror pane
I see deep furrows in my face
From all these times I've bled
And all the wrong turns which I's led
There's no gray hairs on my head
It's wonder how I ain't dead
From all the times I tried to find
And all the ways in which you lied
Someday I'll go home and stop
The roaming for which I've been known
I'll sneak away so quietly
Begin to finally breath in a fresh breeze
For In a week they'll come to see
That all that's left of me is a little bit of peace
And they sure as shit can't take that from me
Not as strong I was once
Not as if it matters much
I'll take the blame and fadeaway
As if it was just all a game
I can feel the Texas wind
As if it were a common sin
The touch of you and having blues
It's got me wanting something new
Someday I'll go home and stop
The roaming for which I've been known
I'll sneak away so quietly
Begin to finally breath in a fresh breeze
In a week they'll come to see
That all that's left of me is a little bit of peace
And they sure as shit can't take that from me
Nowadays I miss my home
But I'm nearly thirty years old
With a pocket full of flowers
And letters I've yet to send
Someday I'll go home and stop
The roaming for which I've been known
I'll sneak away so quietly
Begin to finally breath in a fresh breeze
In a week they'll come to see
All that's left of me is a little bit of peace
And they sure as shit can't take that from me
They sure as shit can't take that from me
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