[{"id":1454729,"name":"Gentle on My Mind","trackName":"Gentle on My Mind","artistName":"Dean Martin","albumName":"Gentle On My Mind","duration":158.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk\nThat makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch\nAnd it's knowing I'm not shackled by forgotten words and bonds\nAnd the ink stains that have dried up on some line\nThat keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory\nThat keeps you ever gentle on my mind\n\nIt's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me\nOr something that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking\nIt's just knowing that the world will not be cursing or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track by the rivers of my memory\nAnd for hours you're just gentle on my mind\n\nWell I dip my cup of soup back from the gurgling crackling caldron in some 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