| For a true friend, you always knew when the work was late
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| And the bill was paid
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| I rode the night bus, I swore that I was not to try and stay
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| But oh my heart gets lonely when no one seems to care
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| And I can’t put that on you only, no that would not be fair
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| But still I find I’m saying
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| Oh my Amy, could you blame me
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| There’s so much I wanna say
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| But words just lead me far astray
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| I don’t know why I fear I might die
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| Every time you walk away
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| For a grown man, I sure haven’t grown in to how I feel
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| Scared hands on a steering wheel
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| And outside the Nitehawk, I told you my love for you was real
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| I said oh my heart gets lonely and I know yours does too
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| Don’t you want to get to know me the way that I know you
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| You just gotta understand me now
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| Oh my Amy, could you blame me
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| There’s so much I wanna say
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| But words just lead me far astray
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| I don’t know why I fear I might die
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| Every time you walk away
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| Oh my darling, I feel it starting
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| Oh that fragile tender ache every time the fever breaks
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| And I don’t know why I check the night sky
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| Just to make sure I’m alive so I can see you one more time
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| And feel the same old pain every time you walk away |