| When your only friends are hotel rooms
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| Hands are distant lullabies
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| If I could turn around I would tonight
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| These roads never seemed so long
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| Since your paper heart stopped beating
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| Leaving me suddenly alone
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| Will daybreak ever come?
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| Who’s gonna call on Sunday morning?
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| Who’s gonna drive you home?
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| I just want one more chance
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| To put my arms in fragile hands
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| I thought you said forever (Over and over)
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| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
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| These thoughts run through my head (Over and over)
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| Complaints of violins become my only friends
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| August evenings
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| Bring solemn warnings to remember
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| To kiss the ones you love goodnight
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| You never know what temporal days may bring
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| Laugh, love, live free, and sing
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| When life is in discord
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| Praise ye the Lord
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| Who’s gonna call on Sunday morning?
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| Who’s gonna drive you home?
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| I just want one more chance
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| To put my arms in fragile hands
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| I thought you said forever (Over and over)
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| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
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| These thoughts run through my head (Over and over)
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| Complaints of violins become my only friends
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| Friends
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| Woah (Woah)
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| (I thought you said forever) Over and over
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| A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion
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| These thoughts run through my head (Over and over)
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| Complaints of violins become my only friends
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| I thought you said forever (Over and over)
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| (And over and over)
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| These thoughts run through my head |