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Gentle On My MindIt's knowin' that your door is always openAnd your path is free to walk (Free to walk, free to walk, free to walk) That makes me know that I can leave My sleepin' bag behind your couch (Be right there) Yes, it does (Yes, I'll be right there) It's knowin' I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And your ink stains that have dried upon some line Keeps you on the back roads (back roads) By the rivers of my memory (memory) That keeps you ever gentle on my mind (Gentle on my mind, yeah) Oh (Gentle on my mind, yeah It's not clingin' to some rocks and ivy Planted on their columns now, that binds me No, it don't Or something that somebody said Because they thought we fit together walkin' (Don't walk on by, babe) We didn't, baby (Don't walk on by, babe) |