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Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,
type 2
Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing.
type 2 type 2
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy,
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I know you're long gone, I guess it must be up to me.
type 2
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide,
type 2
If I'd lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.
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I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,
type 2
Someone had to reach for the risin' star, I guess it was up to me.
type 2
Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out and the orchids are in bloom,
type 2
I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume.
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In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously,
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Somebody's got to find your trail, I guess it must be up to me.
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It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,
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I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much
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The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key,
type 2
Somebody had to unlock your heart, He said it was up to me.
type 2
Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club,
type 2
I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub.
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So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free,
type 2
When the dawn came over the river bridge, I knew it was up to me.
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Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk
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Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.
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Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?
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You looked a little burned out, my friend, I thought it might be up to me.
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Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat,
type 2
She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that.
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It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be,
type 2
But she ain't a-gonna make me move, I guess it must be up to me.
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We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,
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It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
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When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty,
type 2
Somebody's got to tell the tale, I guess it must be up to me.
type 2
Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe,
type 2
Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way.
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Well, I just can't rest without you, love, I need your company,
type 2
But you ain't a-gonna cross the line, I guess it must be up to me.
type 2
There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle,
type 2
She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell.
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We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history,
type 2
Somebody's got to cry some tears, I guess it must be up to me.
type 2
So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime,
type 2
The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time.
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And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property,
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One of us has got to hit the road, I guess it must be up to me.
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And if we never meet again, baby, remember me,
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How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody.
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And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free,
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No one else could play that tune, You know it was up to me.
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