| Late October, in a rut
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| Leaves came down when the wind picked up
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| Seems to happen every fall
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| The wind picks up and takes ‘em all
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| On the 29th, I set the time
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| Back an hour, drank some wine
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| Stayed up late, woke up early
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| With my head so full of worry
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| Ooh, you stay away from me
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| I’ve seen what you can do
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| I play for money but I sing for free
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| My New Scotland Blues
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| True regrets, I’ve had a few
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| But I know I’ve had my way too
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| In my back pocket, walkin’round
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| True regrets, they can be found
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| My true regrets, they travel town
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| Always walking on a wire
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| Now I’m worn out, now I’m tired
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| I’m tired of the push, tired of the shove
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| I’m tired of the fight and tired of the love
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| If I sound cold put on some gloves
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| Are you ready, are you not?
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| You can’t hide the things you thought
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| Trying so hard not to blink
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| I think I’ve had too much to drink
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| Now I can’t hide the things I think
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| Ooh, you get away from me
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| You don’t have a clue
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| Ain’t nobody gonna change the key
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| Of my New Scotland Blues
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| In the basement singing songs
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| Hear the furnace turning on
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| Press record and then rewind
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| Listen back to another time
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| Remind myself what was on my mind
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| It sounds like I had too much wine |