| As I stepped out upon the landing my heart was already down the stairs
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| She’s in the bedroom with that boy of hers
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| Though her face is creased and her eyes seem strange
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| There’s a second-hand emotion on a battered forty-five
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| My tears were never enough to keep that girl alive
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| Now she seems contrite will she make the change
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| The next time around
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| You’ll be someone else’s baby
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| But I’ll be underground
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| The next time around
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| Then you took two steps forward and then one step on your back
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| Now it’s a future for me and you that I lack
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| You’ll be the one who’ll stands out in the dark
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| Even when you’re all dressed in black
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| You’ve got something I want now
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| And I’ve got something I can’t hide
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| I’ve got too much love for you now
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| Have you got too much pride
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| Sometimes I name and number all the things you gave to me
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| Your elastic love, this velvet-line purgatory
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| You used to take the breath out of me
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| Now I think you’ll be the death of me
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| You’ll be in some sputnik baby
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| But I’ll be underground
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| The next time around |