| It’s cold and you’re leaving
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| Midnight cars roll down the street
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| The streetlight shines in the gutter
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| And you going off to sleep
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| But baby I sit up smoking
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| Wipe the ashes off the bed
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| Think of what you told me
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| And the words I never said
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| I won’t be leaving
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| I won’t be leaving anymore
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| Now a police helicopter fly circles in the sky
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| When I ask myself baby
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| Could you believe just one more lie
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| And I sit up smoking
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| Wipe the ashes off the bed
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| Think of what you told me
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| And the words I never said
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| I won’t be leaving
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| I won’t be leaving anymore
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| And I see you sleeping our shoes on the floor
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| It would be so easy baby to slip out the door
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| But if you are awake girl
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| I swear I would tell you
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| That I won’t be leaving anymore
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| I hear sirens in the darkness
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| Tell sad stories in the night
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| Coulda been me caught red-handed
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| Coulda been me that lost the fight
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| But baby I sit up smoking
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| Wipe the ashes off the bed
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| Think of what you told me
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| And the words I never said
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| I won’t be leaving
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| I won’t be leaving anymore
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| I won’t be leaving
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| I won’t be leaving anymore
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| I won’t be leaving
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| I won’t be leaving |