always
somebody there to tell me
'bout
deep muddy water, why do they bother
won't
be roped and tied down
no i
can be found, comin' back 'round
cause
i know
all your
lovin', all your charms
all
the things that keep me calm
time
apart can do no harm
walkin'
in and out of your arms
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