| As I sit staring into this liquid amber, ripples move out to the edge of the
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| glass
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| Is that really your reflection in there?
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| I just want to jump into the warm depths and be there with you, one more time!
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| Oh, alright
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| Hit it boys
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| My initials sprayed across a pavement
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| Cut into your private interview
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| Talk to me now, step into my room
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| We’ll have a word or two
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| If I ever had a million dollars
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| And if I didn’t give it all to you
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| Would you lose interest?
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| Show me indifference?
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| Foot in another shoe?
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| Not very high heels
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| Not wearing sneakers too
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| A magazine ad, a printed canvas
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| A basic new shade blue suede shoe
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| Thought I’d like to have a little party
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| Thought I’d like to have a little do
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| Sure I stopped drinking but for the moment
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| Honey, here’s looking at you
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| I’ll stop my drinking, give you my promise true
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| Clean out the closet, be existential
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| And cast a vote for the president too
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| But for the action of the moment
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| Nothing does what it ought to do
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| Instant depression, I learned my lesson
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| Nothing that I’d rather do
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| Come on over my place
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| Can’t see him sideways
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| Honey, here’s looking at you
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| Oh |