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Itā??s four in the morninā??
Battered and numb
A loaded room, an empty gun
I whistle a tune, I heard years before
The clock started tickinā??
Where did the time go
I danced to the morninā??
She called out my name
The wind was a howlinā??
And down came the rain
Her arms they caressed me
Sweet was her brow
She opened my eyes
To banish the doubt
Wash me down in all of your joy
But donā??t drag me through this again
Iā??ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
Itā??s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
Iā??ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
Itā??s another day older
In These Exiled Years
The dew on the ground
Blankets the face
Cold was the night
Gone her embrace
For your land of the free
Now prisons me
To rot in this jail
Of lost liberty
Wash me down in all of your joy
But donā??t drag me through this again
Iā??ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
Itā??s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
Iā??ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
Itā??s another day older
In These Exiled Years
Walk away, watch me as I wave
One foot here, but sure the otherā??s in the grave
Walk away, walk away
Iā??ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
Itā??s in with the whiskey and out with the gin
Iā??ve heard all your sad songs I can hear
Itā??s another day older
In These Exiled Years
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