| You like cigarettes in the morning
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| After you’ve been out all night
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| You like long conversations
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| With me under moonlight
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| You like the way I look in black
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| You say I’m smooth as glass
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| You like it all and that’s enough for this kid, I guess
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| You’ve got a mountain of a heart
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| You took a train ride straight through Illinois
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| And found yourself alone
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| The Midwest ain’t no place for a queen
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| But I’m here so it’s home
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| I’ve heard it said you can measure
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| A man by the company he keeps
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| If that’s true, girl, I’m telling you, I must be a king
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| You left town at dawn with your bags full of clothes
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| And that old busted down car
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| You spent three days and three nights
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| Just to show up at my front door
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| You’ve got a mountain of a heart
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| You like cigarettes in the morning
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| Even though you smoked a pack last night
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| You like long conversations with me
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| You say they make you feel alive
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| You like the way I look in black
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| You say I’m smooth as glass
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| You like it all and that’s enough for this kid, I guess
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| You’ve got a mountain of a heart |