| When you go away, it tries my patience
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| I ain’t got a whole lot of time
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| I always seem to end up standing at the station
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| Crying to the end of the line
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| I know you don’t own nothing of me, or want to
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| But ain’t I got a right to say
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| Baby don’t go
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| Or the wind and the world slip away
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| And I end up
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| Standing in circles again
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| And spinning my whole world around
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| I can’t find a friend on whom I can
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| Depend or defend, and I’m down
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| I’ve been spending all my time in limbo
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| You know, but you go on
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| So lay low — no show until it’s gone
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| Empty bed mornings sure get lonely
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| Ain’t got a whole lot of speed
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| I always seem to wake up feeling homely
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| Begging like a dog on a very short lead
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| I know it don’t mean that you don’t want to love me
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| But ain’t I got a right to shout
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| Baby don’t go
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| Or the wind turns the world upside down
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| And I end up
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| Standing in circles again
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| And spinning my whole world around
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| I can’t find a friend on whom I can
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| Depend or defend, and I’m down
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| I’ve been spending all my time in limbo
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| You know, but you go on
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| So lay low — no show until it’s gone
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| Spending all my time in limbo
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| You know, but you go on
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| So lay low
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| No show until it’s gone
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| Until it’s gone
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| Until it’s… |