| As the dawn breaks, on the last day —
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| Of a long, long year,
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| My head aches, but the bedroom is bright and
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| I’m wide awake.
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| And you’re here —
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| And it’s such a relief to finally
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| Have you near …
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| But I almost hear you thinking,
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| I can almost hear you thinking,
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| About … him.
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| And all that you’ll leave behind,
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| Lies heavy on your mind —
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| Heavy on my mind …
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| But I’ve got this funny feeling everything will work out
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| I’ve got this funny feeling that everything will work out
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| I’ve got this funny feeling that everything will work out
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| I’ve got this funny feeling that everything —
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| Will fall --- into place.
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| So pack up your things and just leave him,
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| Come right out and just tell him where you were tonight.
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| Or kiss him tonight with the same mouth,
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| You used on me in my … cold house,
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| And I promise I won’t tell.
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| But I almost hear you thinking,
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| I can almost hear you thinking,
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| About … him.
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| And all that you’ll leave behind,
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| Lies heavy on your mind —
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| Heavy on my mind …
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| But I’ve got this funny feeling everything will work out
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| I’ve got this funny feeling that everything will work out
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| I’ve got this funny feeling that everything will work out
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| I’ve got this funny feeling that everything —
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| Will fall --- into place.
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| Here I go, another romantic on overflow,
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| I locked you out but you won’t go,
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| The keys tied round your neck
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| Haven’t quite strangled you yet.
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| And I live with my regrets,
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| Like you with your cigarettes,
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| I long to give you up,
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| Before you kill me.
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| We’re too tied, too well-tied together. |