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Cold stove waiting for me when I get home

No fire burns for me living on my own

I could die in my sleep, nobody'd ever bother asking why

Lying here, all alone listening to my soul cry

**I must be losing my grip

I feel I'm slipping away

Now the dawn's coming after me

Lost another day

Na na na......

I was born in the middle of no time west of nowhere

Looking for a saddle just to take my burden elsewhere

(Repeat*)