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Going Away Blues
I've been shook awake from dreaming, by a distant lonesome bell. Tomorrow I'll be leaving; tomorrow I'll be going away.
This weight can get so heavy; I'm really not that strong Tomorrow I'll be leaving; tomorrow I'll be going away.
I walked her through the shadows; I walked you to your door Tomorrow I'll be leaving; tomorrow I'll be going away.
The dreams that I've been dreaming, the songs that I can sing © Copyright 2006. Ryan O'Reilly. All Rights Reserved
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