| Well it’s been two weeks and three days
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| Since my eyes have seen the glory of your face
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| But your voice and drug of choice are in this place
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| Your words are my Amazing Grace
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| Well honey you spin me around
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| Pick me up when I fall to the ground
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| Help me swim when I thought for sure I’d drown
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| You’re the only reason I come around this town
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| Well the calendar turns days into weeks
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| Like a second-hand magician on the street
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| But it’s a twisted game of hide-and-go-seek
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| When you hide your lies right in front of me
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| Well honey you spin me around
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| Pick me up when I fall to the ground
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| Help me swim when I thought for sure I’d drown
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| You’re the only reason I come around this town
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| Well I have stopped countin' the days
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| Pretty soon I’ve given up on this place
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| But baby, if you’d come back home and stay
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| I’ll keep all your bad dreams away
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| Well honey you spin me around
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| Pick me up when I fall to the ground
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| Help me swim when I thought for sure I’d drown
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| You’re the only reason I come around this town
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| Why come around this town
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| Still come around this town
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| Oh, come around this town |