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The days are getting longer, till the whistle blows as fastMy hands begin to feel like they're not mineIf I had no other reason, I'd be dissatisfiedFor my darling, I can't ride this lineFrom the road I hear the music of the honky-tonkin' crowdI recall the life I used to leadBut I'd never miss a night like now that I'm a different manAnd the love of my sweet wife is all I needAnd there's no more lonely streets rearing away at 3 a.m.And I don't see oblivion out in that no man's realmAll the nights are now much sweeter as I curl around my feetAnd my life again seems like it's mineAnd I feel the seasons changing as the north wind starts to climbAnd I think that I begin to see designYes, I think that I begin to see design
