| The shuffle of your feet is a funny thing
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| Looks kinda like you are going somewhere
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| Well maybe you are, and I don’t want to see
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| That it won’t be with me
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| So hand over the severance pay
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| Two cigarettes and a record to play
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| A compliment if you can get it in
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| You know I like the attention
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| I’m thinking of a number between zero and zero
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| It’s all the times you made a change of heart courtesy call
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| Endearing as it was, in the morning hour
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| You spoke to me in caveman groans
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| An ancient language I have yet to translate
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| It’s hard enough using words to communicate
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| But words like goodbye are a tricky thing
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| They thread through easier when strung by hope
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| Now, I am not a speech coach
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| I just prefer a more direct approach
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| I’m thinking of a number between zero and zero
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| It’s all the times you made a change of heart courtesy call
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| I’m feeling like a line in a book
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| Written in, and written out, without a second look
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| And this is my way of saying
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| Soon I’ll stop looking at my phone for your name |