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Siren Song
Hit the road with the boys that I write songs for
Left you at home, waiting by the phone
When they play, it isn't you I long for
Still, I'm sleeping by myself, most nights not that well
Oh the road is winding and it's long
It sings a siren song
That shifts the distance between
Right and wrong
Sometimes the music hurts so good
Makes me feel sweet love that I know I shouldn't
But out here, it's not so black and white
Not so black and white
Fourteen hours from Thunder Bay to Brandon
One's playing mandolin, the other's singing sad old songs
Four more nights of playing bars and rambling,
Then we'll turn this van around, guess we'll be home soon
Refrain
Love, although I know these words'll hurt you
I won't desert you, I won't betray your trust
But late at night, it's all that I can do
To stay true to you, to stay true to us
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