(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
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It's hard to believe that this is the place
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Where we were so happy all our lives.
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Now so empty inside and feelin' no pain.
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Waitin' for a hammer and a big ball and chain.
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They can tear it all down and build something new,
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Then only I'll remember what was here.
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Tomorrow comes easy, just another day gone
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How hong will I have to keep returning?
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Now I look back, think I've known all the time,
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I've been fightin' myself for so long.
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All the vows that we made, gone for old rags and lumber
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Disappear on a cart down the road
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Love Lives Here
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