| This gray sky
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| Is good for cryin'
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| These November gray woods
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| Open to the fields
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| I came out here
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| In the cold
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| For my poor heart
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| Has turned to frost
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| I don’t understand
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| What you just told me
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| What is all this about
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| About just being friends
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| It’s a lousy lie
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| And a far cry
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| From what goes on
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| Between you and me
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| Pain, in pain
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| I’m in pain
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| You held me close to you
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| I didn’t tell you what to do
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| We were burnin', burnin'
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| Burnin', burnin'
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| You made love to me
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| We were cryin', we were flyin'
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| We were dyin' in these fields
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| We’d come out here in the soft nights
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| I was sunburned under you
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| Pain, in pain
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| I’m in pain
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| So you want me to say
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| Do you want me to say, you want me to say
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| Say that I don’t love you
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| Do you want me to smile, try, lie
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| And look away
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| How far away all the stars seem
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| And that gypsy moon
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| Cries, «You're a fool» |