| I watch you reading a book
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| I get to thinking our
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| Love’s a polished stone
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| You give me a long drawn look
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| I know pretty soon
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| You’re gonna leave our home
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| And of course I mind
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| Especially when I’m
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| Thinking from my heart
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| But life don’t clickety-clack
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| Down a straight-line track
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| It comes together and it comes apart
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| You say you hope I’m not the kind
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| To make you feel obliged
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| To go ticking through your time
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| With a pained look in your eyes
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| You give me the furniture
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| Well divide the photographs
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| Go out to dinner one more time
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| Have ourselves a bottle of wine
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| And a couple of laughs
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| When first you left I stayed so sad
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| I wouldn’t sleep
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| I know love’s a gift
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| I thought yours was mine
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| And something
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| That I could keep
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| Now I realize
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| Time is not the only compromise
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| A bird in the hand
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| Could be an all-night stand
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| Between a blazing fire
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| And a pocket of skies
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| So I hope I’m not the kind
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| To make you feel obliged
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| To go ticking through your time
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| With a pained look in your eyes
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| I covered the furniture
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| I framed the photographs
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| Went out to dinner one more time
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| Had myself a bottle of wine
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| And a couple of laughs
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| Just the other day
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| I got your letter in the mail
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| I’m happy for you
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| It’s been so long
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| You’ve been wanting
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| A cabin and a backwoods trail
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| And I think that’s great
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| Me I seem to find myself in school
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| It’s all okay
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| I just want to say
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| I’m so relieved
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| We didn’t do it cruel
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| But ain’t life a brook
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| Just when I get to
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| Feeling like a polished stone
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| I get me a long drawn look
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| It’s kind of a drag
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| To find yourself alone
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| And sometimes I mind
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| Especially when I’m
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| Waiting on your heart
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| But life don’t clickety-clack
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| Down a straight-line track
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| It comes together
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| And it comes apart
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| 'Cause I know you’re not the kind
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| To make me feel obliged
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| To go ticking through my time
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| With a pained look in my eyes
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| I sold the furniture
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| I put away the photographs
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| Went out to dinner one last time
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| Had myseff a bottle of wine
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| And a couple of laughs
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| For wasn’t it fine |