| Lord don’t let me wake at night
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| Picturing the hands that might be holding her
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| Though we’re far past burned
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| I left her for to grow up in
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| The burned out hole, the skeleton of our parents debt
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| That this city kept
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| But please don’t let me think of that, please don’t let me think of it
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| I’ve wrote songs for skinny girls
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| Who could bare to let me hurl my soul to them
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| And stick to plans
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| You start with one and end with three
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| It’s all for fun until it’s bad to me and I lose my grip
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| And I fall in it
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| But please don’t let me think of that, please don’t let me think of it
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| Please don’t let me think of that, please don’t let me think of it
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| Carola told me on Lexington
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| Baby when you’re older you can have me then
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| I’ll still want your love when you lose your touch
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| Smoking reds I had her on my back
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| I think of then and I imagine that I should’ve kissed
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| Those famous hips
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| I’d scream promise me this ain’t all for dead
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| Did I waste your time pulling thread by thread?
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| That stuff is cash and you lose it fast
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| But please don’t let me think of that, please don’t let me think of it
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| Please don’t let me think of that, please don’t let me think of it
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| Please don’t let me think of that, please don’t let me think of it |