| She’s got a little house in town
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| I sometimes go around, there
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| To see her
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| And she let me deep inside
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| I sing her love songs
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| But she’ll turn them blind
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| Like she ain’t the sentimental type
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| I keep my heart in my pocket and I hold
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| I hold it tight
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| I know that she don’t mind if I
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| Go away and I don’t call
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| I know that she don’t mind if I’m absent through it all
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| I know that she don’t mind if I
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| Go away and I don’t call
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| I know that she don’t mind if I’m absent through it all
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| Through it all
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| Through it all
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| Her skin is softer than the bluest eyes
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| With the warmth that I need
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| Gives me a place
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| To hide from the streetlights burning through the bedroom window
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| In the shadows yeah there’s loneliness we cling to
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| When the morning comes
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| We’ll go, we’ll go our separate ways
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| Ain’t no magic here, ain’t no reason to stay
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| I know that she don’t mind if I
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| Go away and I don’t call
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| I know that she don’t mind if I’m absent through it all
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| I know that she don’t mind if I
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| Go away and I don’t call
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| I know that she don’t mind if I’m absent through it all
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| Through it all
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| Through it all
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| And we fall through empty corridors
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| And we talk in useless metaphors
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| Yeah we fall through empty corridors
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| And we talk in useless metaphors
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| And we fall through empty corridors
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| And we talk in useless metaphors |