| virtue is relative at best
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| there’s nothing worse than a sunset
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| when you’re driving due west
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| and i’m afraid that my love
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| is gonna come up short
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| there is no there there
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| i guess i’m scared
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| cuz i want to have good news to report
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| every time i come up for air
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| now i’m cruising through a chromakey blue sky
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| and i know that in an hour or three
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| the sun is gonna be in my eyes
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| and i know that sometimes all i can see
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| is how i feel
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| like the whole world is on the other side
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| of a dirty windshield
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| and i’m tryin to see through the glare
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| yes i’m struggling just to see what’s there
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| the one person who really knows me best
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| says i’m like a cat
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| yeah the kind of cat that you just can’t pick up and throw into your lap
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| no, the kind that doesn’t mind being held
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| only when its her idea
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| yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel
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| when she is good and ready to feel it and now i am prowling through the backyard
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| and i am hiding under the car
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| i have gotten out of everything
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| ive gotten into so far
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| i eat when i am hungry
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| and i travel alone
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| and just outside the glow of the house
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| is where i feel most at home
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| but in the window you sometimes appear
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| and your music is faint in my ears |