| There’s a reason she’s alone
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| You can’t pin her down
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| Because no one needs her home
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| Or needs her around, she says
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| «There's beauty in the hills
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| A chip in the sky
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| So don’t be sad because I roam
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| It keeps me alive.»
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| To impress her — it’s too damn hard
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| To stay loyal without going too far
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| If I see her again promise I won’t
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| Cry
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| She wasn’t back tonight
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| And I don’t know about you
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| My money’s on the night
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| It takes her away like I do
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| My charm is twinkling out of her eyes
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| Of her eyes
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| She will never grow old
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| Or change her mind
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| She’ll talk about it later on
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| From seeing sights
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| There’s something wonderful and odd
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| About the escape
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| While you want them to be gone
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| You want them to stay
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| To impress her it’s just so damn hard
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| I want her back, please don’t go too far
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| If I see her again promise I won’t
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| Cry
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| She doesn’t come back much
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| No one misses her like I do
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| I hope she’s having fun
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| Doing what she wants to
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| And send a postcard or two from the sights
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| Sometime
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| To impress her is just too damn hard
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| And I want her back but she’s gone too far
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| If I see her again, promise I won’t
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| Cry |