Oh, the last time I saw Paul
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I was horrible and almost let him in
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But I stopped and caught the wall
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And my mouth got dry
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So all I did was take him for a spin
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Yeah, we hopped inside my car
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And I drove in circles 'round the freight train yard
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And he turned the headlights off
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Then he pulled the bottle out
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And then he showed me what is love
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I'll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine
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I'll be your record player, baby, if you know what I mean
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I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
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I'll be your killеr and a thriller and the cause of our dеath
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In the blossom of the months
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I was sure that I'd get driven off with thought
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So I swallowed all of it
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As I realized there was no one who could kiss away my shit
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I'll be your morning bright goodnight shadow machine
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I'll be your record player baby if you know what I mean
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I'll be your real tough cookie with the whiskey breath
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I'll be a killer and a thriller and the cause of our death
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Paul, I know you said that you'd take me any way I came or went
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But I'll push you from my brain
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See, you're gentle, baby
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I couldn't stay, I'd only bring you pain
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I was your starry-eyed lover and the one that you saw
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I was your hurricane rider and the woman you'd call
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We were just two moonshiners on the cusp of a breath
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And I've been burning for you baby since the minute I left |