| It’s Friday night and I’m sittin' here
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| Infomercial and a lukewarm beer
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| Through the window the red tail lights
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| Rage a war on the October sky
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| And I know
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| She’s gone, yeah I know
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| She ain’t lookin' back, yes I know
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| That she loves me
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| And I’d do anything, oh lord, to keep her here
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| It’s three a.m. and I grab my keys
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| I drive around while my city sleeps
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| Yellow lines perforate my mind
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| It seems like all I’m doin’s wasting time
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| And I know
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| She’s gone, yeah I know
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| She ain’t lookin' back, yes I know
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| That she loves me
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| And I’d do anything, oh lord, to keep her here
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| Her bags are packed and her luggage checked
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| And I’m burnin' out like her cigarettes
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| She says she’ll call, she says she’ll write
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| But all that means is I’m alone again tonight
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| And I know
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| She’s gone, yeah I know
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| She ain’t lookin' back, yes I know
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| That she loves me
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| And I’d do anything, oh lord, to keep her here
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| I’ll keep her here
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| Keep her here
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| I’ll keep her here
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| I’ll keep her here
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| Keep her here
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| I’ll keep her here |