| We know how it could be, baby
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| Somebody’s been bluffing all their lives
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| All of a sudden feels compelled to tell you the truth
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| I never gave two thoughts about it, maybe
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| Now you can’t shut them up
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| It’s like you’re a priest hearing their confessions
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| On a misspent youth
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| And you’d like them to tell them some damn thing, baby
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| But what in the world would be that thing to say
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| And things quiet down 'round here
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| Let’s you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way
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| And you know how it can be, darling
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| Somebody’s always showing up with a cake and candle
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| On a day you just assumed let slip by
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| Admit it, you’d be hurt if they forget about you, baby
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| But every year it gets a little harder
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| Thinking about where and how and when
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| You’re gonna have to say goodbye
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| And they just keep on coming down, baby
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| They just keep coming, cutting you a big old slice of this day
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| When things quiet down 'round here
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| As you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way
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| And I’d love to tell you something, I’d love to tell you something, baby
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| But whatever would be the right thing to say, hell, I don’t know
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| When things quiet down 'round here
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| Let’s you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way
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| When things quiet down 'round here, baby
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| As you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way
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| Yeah, when things settle down 'round here, baby
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| Let’s you and I slip around, saddle up and ride on out of the way |