| Standing at the old station house
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| Thinking my, my how do we get out
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| Its been a year maybe two and no one came through
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| I must have arrived with the lightning some night
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| Yeah I strayed
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| Wake up and I wash my face, in this ghost town where no body stays
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| Out through the door there’s a small crooked store
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| With books on the shelves that no body sells
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| I should’ve danced danced danced that night
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| I should’ve taken the chance not waited so long
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| I should’ve danced danced danced with you
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| Cause maybe it was the last time
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| Pacing around in my room, and I’m howling at the moon
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| Though the window I saw a flash, too fast for me to catch
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| So I stand as I stood before
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| I’m writing letters to you know, thinking maybe I’ll get back somehow
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| The reason I’m out of bed is to write the words that I never said
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| I forgot about love and she forgot about me
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| I should’ve danced danced danced that night
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| I should’ve taken the chance not waited so long
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| I should’ve danced danced danced with you
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| I should’ve taken the chance not waited so long
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| Cause maybe it was the last time
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| I was born in the winter
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| To speak the lines that lie in the back of my head
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| I was born in the winter
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| To speak the lines that lie in the back of my head
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| I was born in the winter
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| To speak the lines that lie in the back of my head
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| That lie in the back of my head
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| That lie in the back of my head |