| It rains for days
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| So you stay inside
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| And lock your door
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| Crying all the time
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| Crying for …
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| You don’t know what for
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| You say your’re undone by his kiss
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| But don’t you think
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| That for once in your life
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| It should be like this?
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| Your hands are tired
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| Your eyes are blue
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| I’m keeping you right here
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| Whatever I have is yours
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| And it’s right here
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| Climb aboard my pony
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| Now you’ve been thrown
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| Get back in the saddle
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| And let it be known
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| That you’re made of steel
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| Don’t you think that
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| For once in your life
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| He should be made to feel?
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| Your hands are tired
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| Your eyes are blue
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| I’m keeping you right here
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| Whatever I have is yours
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| And it’s right here
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| I know you’re 32
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| But you look 55
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| You walk around
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| With your eyes wide open
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| But you’re barely alive
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| You say you’ve lost your touch
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| But don’t you think
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| That for once in your life
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| He could walk without a crutch?
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| Your hands are tired
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| Your eyes are blue
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| I’m keeping you right here
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| Whatever I have is yours
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| And it’s right here |