| Never tought I’d ever hear from you
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| My slapped face has healed
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| So has the misunderstanding
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| And what brings, what brings you around
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| Amidst this torrid time
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| With your heart near mine
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| To Reach Me keep your lover there
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| To Reach Me from your side of town
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| Never tell me you have alnight dreams
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| Don’t talk of impulse or the lonely road
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| Those demons I just don’t see them
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| Are there any here tonight?
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| Do they wear horns or burn bright
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| And the playboys have all gone to bed
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| They’re tired and their models, drawn on a charcoal sketch
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| A pipe burns and the smoke goes over the calendar spread
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| Over the naked girls
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| Your family tree has never held a ghost
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| Did Gulliver ever bend down so far
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| Ruth said
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| Ruth said
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| She said
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| That you once disapproved
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| How could anyone disapprove of me?
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| To Reach Me keep your lover there
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| To Reach Me from your side of town
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| To Reach Me
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| To my side of town |