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Living free is gaining on meCan't keep ahead of my dreamsMy relief turned out a thiefSmooth as rocks in the streamThis old time is a sad affairYou be glad you're not thereIt ties your handsIt spikes your drinkI'd say more, but I can't thinkLazy Jim took a bottle with himTried to flag down a trainLeft a noteCouldn't read what he wroteA light came on in my brainThis old time is a sad affairYou be glad you're not thereIt ties your handsIt spikes your drinkI'd say more, but I can't thinkThe hills are goldMornings are coldDon't know a soul on the streetI keep to myself like everyone elseNobody says much to meGo to bed, fight thoughts in my headIn the two in between wake and sleepRats to kill, contracts to fillIt's on ice, but it won't keepThis old time is a sad affairYou be glad you're not thereIt ties your handsIt spikes your drinkI'd say more, but I can't thinkThis old time is a sad affairYou be glad you're not thereIt ties your handsIt spikes your drinkI'd say more, but I can't think
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