The Balladeer

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The balladeer waits in the wings,
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Tugging on her dress, tuning her 
strings.
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All her whiskey faded cigarette 
blown dreams,
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She brings herself to her own knees,
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with every line so delicate.

[Verse 2]
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She sings every song that she knows.
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The way that she hears 'em, sad and 
slow.
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They're never gonna play her on the 
radio.
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So she hangs in the darkest bars
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with downtrodden bleeding hearts.

[Verse 3]
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A guitar man there who knew all the 
chords.
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Said he needed her to help him find 
the words.
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The balladeer never loved anybody 
more.
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It was magic but she worried,
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what if she ran out of the pain...

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[Verse 4]
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She carried round with her, so 
proud.
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She wore it like a queen wears a 
crown.
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She didn't know who she'd be if she 
put it down.
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So he brought her to the river
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where she could wash the trouble...

[Verse 5]
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From her heart and let it shine like
 gold.
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Felt like angels pouring mercy on 
her soul.
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And the weight of the world, she let
 it go.
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And she sang for the first time
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with her head held high and so much 
pride.

[Verse 6]
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It opened up new notes in her 
throat.
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There was joy in every new song she 
wrote.
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They got a bus and traveled coast to
 coast.
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Drinking with their friends and 
strangers
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and business people called to say.

[Verse 7]
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That she was finally headed for the 
stars,
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Or at least the top of the charts.
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They changed her clothes and bought 
fancy cars.
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Till the guitar man caught the eye
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of a pretty background singer with 
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the bluuuuuuessss...
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Oh, oh, oh...
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[Verse 8]
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The guitar man cried 'cause he done 
her wrong.
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The background singer took the next 
flight home.
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And the balladeer wrote herself a 
song,
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About brokenhearted dreamers who 
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are searching
for something they'll never 
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fiiiiiiinnnnd........
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mmm, mmm...
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