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What do I do now?What do I do now with these free hours you left me
I can hang around town being all I can be being all I can be hanging round I'm milking the hunger like you said I do but bruises linger on where your tender touch burned through the thick skin I put on my wounds What do I do now? What do I do now? And I will fill the days like you knew I would writing songs about you instead of doing what I should cutting logs for winter in the wood I find it easy to work it to the bone Just say yes to everything and take some distance home Till the dot on the horizon is no more What do I do now? What do I do now? |