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点击复制I’ve been walking down this long cold line,
Boots full of sorrow, running out of time.
Every town looks like the one before,
Still I hope somehow love might open a door.
Had a woman once with fire in her eyes,
She kissed me sweet, fed me gentle lies.
Now every step I take, I feel her trace,
Like a half-sung song, like faith misplaced.
I got dust on my heart, wind in my soul,
Trying to piece together what the hurt stole.
Ain’t no map for the roads I roam,
Just a bluesman’s cry trying to find a home.
The nights get heavy when the stars don’t speak,
When the bottles run dry by the end of the week.
I play my pain on a slide guitar,
Singing to shadows in an empty bar.
But there’s a fire that won’t burn out,
Even when the lights all fade to doubt.
I still believe through storm and scar,
There’s peace waiting where the lost ones are.
Yeah, I got dust on my heart, but it still beats slow,
Still dreams of a hand it used to know.
I ain’t done searching, I ain’t done yet,
A love like hers I can’t forget.
You can run from pain, but the blues know your name,
And me… I just keep walking the same old flame.