| I’ve been in this place many times before
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| With my baby’s things among my shoes and strings and clothes
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| But just because I’m here
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| Don’t mean I can’t run out that door
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| Ain’t that what those running shoes are for?
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| Baby likes to sleep on floorboards bare
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| And just to keep the peace, well I join her there
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| And she might say to me
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| 'A better man I can’t recall'
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| But what I think she sees ain’t me at all
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| It ain’t me at all to need somebody
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| Like some lovestruck casualty
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| It ain’t me at all to feel so ready
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| To be what I think she sees
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| Baby claims I kiss like I really care
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| Well, I guess I’d say I don’t but the truth ain’t fair
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| And sometimes she looks at me and says
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| 'Babe, my heart just stalled'
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| But what I think she sees
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| What I think she sees
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| What I think she sees ain’t me at all |