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Afternoon's gone blind
And the sun beats down and it burns away
The only sound is the heat of the day
Up against my eyes

Tried to write a few lines
I'm gonna set ‘em down while I think of you
I might tell it bad but I'm tellin' it true
Before the ink is dry

Seems to me that every day
Is a little bit hotter than the other one
Seems to me that every way
That I try to get through it
Is stupidest thing that I've ever done

Countin' all day long
Countin' crumbs of the bread
That is running low
Crumbs of gold that is piling up slow
Hardly any size

Countin' more at night
I've been counting the nights
Since I've been free
The nights since you sat right next to me
Lookin in my eyes

Seems to me that every day
Is a little bit hotter than the other one
Seems to me that every way
That I try to get through it
Is stupidest thing that I've ever done

Seems to me that every day
Is a little bit hotter than the other one
Seems to me that every way
That I try to get through it
Is stupidest thing that I've ever done

Oh the way you'd sing
As the wheels and the miles they rolled along
Seemed like you knew every song
I ever heard about

All the songs I know
They could hardly fill an hour or a sugar bowl
It's starting to feel like the hours have holes
And they're leaking out

Seems to me that every day
Is a little bit hotter than the other one
Seems to me that every way
That I try to get through it
Is stupidest thing that I've ever done

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