| I woke last night in a fever
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| My mind was feeling all confused
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| I swore I heard the back door open
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| And I thought for a minute it was you
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| That’s when all feelings, well, they hit me
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| Like I stepped into an oncoming train
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| And from the deepest part of me I am yearning
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| Like the earth when she’s yearning for the rain
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| And there ain’t no music when she’s gone, lord, lord
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone, lord, lord
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone
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| And the crows in the field, they are calling
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| And the grey is on the winter grass
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| And the heart is such a vast wilderness
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| And the way is very rough and very fast
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| And the sun is tired and sleepy
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| And the moon says she’s feeling blue
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| And I’m tempted every hour by the whiskey
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| And I don’t know what the hell I’m going to do
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| And there ain’t no music when she’s gone, lord, lord
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone, lord, lord
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone
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| I had a dream last evening
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| We were standing in Yachts by the sea
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| The ocean below, it was a-breaking
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| And you were standing so close to me
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| You lifted up your arms to take a picture
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| And then the camera fell into the waves
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| I woke up to a storm raging
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| And the image blurred and went away
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| And there ain’t no music when she’s gone, lord, lord
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone, lord, lord
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| There ain’t no music when she’s gone |