| Well, these late night conversations
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| Leave a strange taste,
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| Like french cigarettes.
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| And these coloured drinks
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| that you keep on throwin' at me
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| Just keep on reminding me
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| I came to forget.
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| So now every night
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| You insist on reminding me
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| Of my lost possibilities
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| And the stains on the wall.
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| Well, I don’t mean to complain
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| But it hurts just the same.
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| And now both of us know
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| The leaves will fall on their own.
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| Just throw me a line
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| That’s all that I ask
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| Well, it’s sink or swim and I’m goin' fast
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| I need love and it’s you
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| And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool.
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| Yea, you tell me
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| Life is for living
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| It’s best in the giving
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| But it’s so hard to be free.
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| Still I do my best
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| But you refuse my gift
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| And now all that we share
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| Is a collection of tears.
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| Just throw me a line
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| That’s all that I ask
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| Well, it’s sink or swim and I’m going fast
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| I need love and it’s you
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| And I feel like William Holden floating in a pool.
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| All songs written by Keelor/Cuddy
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| All songs published by Thunderhawk Music (SOCAN).
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| Copyright 1986, 1987 Blue Rodeo Productions. |
| All rights reserved.
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| Used with Permission. |