| A change of pace to do
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| I swear it’s a ghost town if it’s
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| I count the steps in every mile
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| No better way to pass the time
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| C’mon over we can meet and talk about it on Sunday
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| If we get back to we can kiss that pass goodbye
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| It’s a lot if we try to it just needs to change my mind
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| Oh on Sunday when we say goodbye
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| For every love you left behind (stand by where the river run)
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| Another lovers does cry that time
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| (Wait for the time if you give her)
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| You hide when I seek the town
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| You pretend that it’s true happiness you find
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| (Stand by where the river run)
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| C’mon over we can meet and talk about it on Sunday
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| If we get back to we can kiss that pass goodbye
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| It’s a lot if we try to it just needs to change my mind
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| Oh on Sunday when we say goodbye
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| You get so tired of this town in the same company
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| So much better far that goes down
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| That makes me just wanna leave
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| The pen breaks i’ll show you what’ve seen
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| But it don’t mean a thing it don’t mean a thing
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| We need don’t explain
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| C’mon over we can meet and talk about it on Sunday
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| If we get back to we can kiss that pass goodbye
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| It’s a lot if we try to it just needs to change my mind
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| Oh on Sunday
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| Oh on Sunday when we say goodbye |