I gotcha comin' around the world
Another hit, 365 and more
Steadily, it moves
Under the headlight, the big bright and shiny eye
But it makes no sense, what is there to say?
'Cause of all the pain inside
I will come to you
I never thought that you would break
Like I do, go
Get off
But it makes no sense, I keep throwin all the pieces high
For the mob boss, breakin' laws, I'm pushed over the edge
I can't keep my hands clean, I can't lie
Another hit, another hit
'Cause of all the pain inside
I will come to you
I never thought that you would break
Like I do, go
Hey, get off
'Cause of all the pain inside
I will come to you high
Because of all I see ain't right
Like I do, like I do, like I do, like I
Artist: Gram Parsons
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