| Black hole hips she looks like some sort of insect buzzing across the floor
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| toward me
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| I can’t think, she’s looking at me
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| With those green eyes, shining on me like floodlights way in the back of New
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| York city
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| She said she’d take me down to Kokomo
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| We went to Kokomo, Indiana
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| Where she told me her real name was Diana, at the gas station
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| Something about her reminds me of the united states
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| Sprawling across the west and all the glory
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| And imagination
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| Highway 25 divides the great plains from the rocky mountains
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| And Colorado springs, coal-mining town
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| Some lady wrote America the beautiful
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| Sitting on top of pike’s peak up there
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| Looking way, way down, way, way down
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| And I don’t know how it happened but here we are on the dance floor together
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| After all these years and I know her real name now
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| I know who wrote America the beautiful
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| And I hear a voice singing in my ear saying
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| Don’t turn your back on love
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| No, don’t turn your back on love
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| You idiot
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| You fool
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| Don’t you do it
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| And I mean I want to go over your house whenever you want me to come over to
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| your house
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| But that’s no reason
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| To turn your back on love
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| Heartbreak is my roommate now
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| We live together, and we share the rent
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| We have long conversations before we go to sleep in bed at night
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| Ooh, long conversations
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| And I can’t lie, I’m on the street inside the street in New York City
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| Or in Boston, or Chicago, whatever city I happen to be in at the time
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| I’m on the same street
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| Mhm…
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| And heartbreak is my roommate
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| Yes it’s hard, of course it’s hard
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| It’s supposed to be hard but I can still hear her voice it’s calling
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| It’s calling, calling, but it’s whispering
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| Whispering in my ear saying
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| Don’t turn your back on love
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| No, don’t turn your back on love
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| My love, what am I supposed to do? |
| say no?
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| Something about her reminds me of the united states
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| Sprawling across the west in all the glory
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| And imagination
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| She spans the seas and the deserts and the forests and the mountains
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| She brings it all back together in one big lovely package
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| Oh, baby, oh never turn my back on love
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| Not while you’re around to whisper in my ear
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| After all these years, Diana
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| Is that what is was?
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| Don’t forget me
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| No, don’t forget me
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| I can’t forget you
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| How could I ever forget you?
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| Oh, don’t forget me
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| Don’t turn your back on love
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| I won’t turn my back on love
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| Can’t forget you
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| How could I forget you? |