| You no longer notice if I’m wearin' perfume
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| I seldom hear a lovin' word from you
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| Your attention’s wrapped up in the mornin' paper
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| And I feel a restless yearnin' for somethin' new
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| We used to whisper love across the nighttime
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| Now we never whisper nor recall
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| Our love is left upon the shelf of winter
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| Where the sunlight never touches it at all
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| It’s a habit for us to be together
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| We sit and watch the deadly shadows grow
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| Every day last year I left for California
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| This is my year for Mexico
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| Your back is turned to me while you are reading
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| I close my eyes while I pretend to doze
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| From the road I hear the sound of passing traffic
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| Some of them are bound for Mexico
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| It’s a habit for us to be together
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| We sit and watch the deadly shadows grow
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| Every day last year I left for California
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| This is my year for Mexico |