| Sometimes it seems
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| Like all of your bad dreams
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| Are so much more real
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| Than going to the grocery store
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| Sitting on the kitchen floor
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| Listening to The Lion’s Roar
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| Eating all the ice cream
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| At two in the morning on a Tuesday
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| I thought I got over
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| I thought I got over
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| I thought I got over
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| Over it
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| Ain’t it funny
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| She was sitting right there
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| Just putting up her blonde hair
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| Said we’re out of eggs and bread
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| She said I’ll go get it
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| It’s just a five minute drive
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| There was a flat bed
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| Flying through the red light
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| I thought I got over
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| I thought I got over
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| I thought I got over
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| Over it
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| Oooh
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| I heard the phone ring
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| Thought someone was selling me something
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| They said come down to the corner
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| I could hear the sirens wailing
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| I tried to avert my sight
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| From all the flashing light
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| We had a fight last night
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| But we were laughing in the morning
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| I thought I got over
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| I thought I got over
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| I thought I got over
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| Over it
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| I can still see your smiling face
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| But I lost all trace when I lost you babe
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| And I woke up and the sun still rose
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| And I reached out for you and your pillow was so cold
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| I went to see that guy the guy who ran the red light
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| Took him out for coffee, said don’t worry I’m not crazy
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| I just gotta talk it out cause I just can’t figure it out
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| What you were thinking, he said I wasn’t thinking at all
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| Oooh
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| Oooh |