Bringing me down, I'm running aground
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Blind in the light of the interstate cars
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Passing me by The buses and semis
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Plunging like stones from a slingshot on Mars
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But I'm here by the road Bound to the load
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That I picked up in ten thousand cafes and bars
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Alone with the rush of the drivers who won't pick me up
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The highway, the moon, the clouds, and the stars
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The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
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With its words of a life where nothing is new
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Ah, Mother American Night, I'm lost from the light
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Oh, I'm drowning in you
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I left St. Louis, the City of Blues
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In the midst of a storm I'd rather forget
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I tried to pretend it came to an end
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'Cause you weren't the woman I thought I once met
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But I can't deny that times have gone by
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When I never had doubts or thoughts of regret
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And I was a man when all this began
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Who wouldn't think twice about being there yet
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The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
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And it speaks of a life that passes like dew
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It's forced me to see that you've done better by me
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Better by me than I've done by you
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What's to be found, racing around
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You carry your pain wherever you go
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Full of the blues and trying to lose
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You ain't gonna learn what you don't want to know
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So I give you my eyes, and all of their lies
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Please help them to learn as well as to see
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Capture a glance and make it a dance
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Of looking at you looking at me
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The black-throated wind keeps on pouring in
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With its words of a lie that could almost be true
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Ah, Mother American Night, here comes the light
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I'm turning around, that's what I'm gonna do
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Goin' back home that's what I'm gonna do
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Turnin' around
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That's what I'm gonna do
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'Cause you've done better by me
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Than I've done by you
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