| He’ll take you home
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| And then write a song about it
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| He’s so alone
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| You’d never think to doubt it
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| He is the tricky kind
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| And she’s gonna fall into his covers
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| He’s gonna search his mind
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| He will find a way to love her
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| In his mind he’s written every line
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| He just recycles them all the time
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| It’s a message that sweeps the nation
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| Same words different situation
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| He’ll make demands
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| At first you’ll be so willing
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| But take command
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| Your pride is not worth killing
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| He’s gonna make it hard
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| And twist your words until they crumble
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| It is a work of art
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| The way you jump at all he mumbles
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| In his mind he’s written every line
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| He just recycles them all the time
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| It’s a message that sweeps the nation
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| Same words different situation
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| And if you get stuck with a millionaire
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| You can always come home
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| There’ll be a place for you at a table for two
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| If you ever feel alone
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| In his mind he’s written every line
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| He just recycles them all the time
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| It’s a message that sweeps the nation
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| Same words different situation
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| It’s gonna take a while
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| To sew the wounds that he had opened
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| But you’re a lucky child
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| So all you do is keep on hoping |