| You can see it in her letters on the paper with her pen
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| Her response is getting stranger, I think she’s coming round again
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| Tell me Mrs. Rita what’s it say in my tarot
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| Read my palm and tell me why do lovers come and go
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| Is she coming round for me once again, around or was that just the end
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| I just hope she’s coming round again
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| I’ve been keeping myself busy with my books and with my tapes
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| Every day’s much better since I’ve slowed my drinking pace
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| There’s no swimming in the bottle it’s just someplace we all drown
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| I lost myself in sorrow lost my confidence in doubt
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| Is she coming 'round for me once again, around or was that just the end
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| I just hope she’s coming round again
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| Get in the car and drive through town
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| Down the block and back around
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| Pretending that she’s there with me we drive
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| Gone forever…
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| My patience keeps me plaintive my high hopes keep me alone
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| My lover’s will is shaken I wish she would just come home
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| So tell me Mrs. Rita what’s it say in my tarot
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| Read my palm and tell me why do lovers come and go
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| Is she coming round for me once again, around or was that just the end
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| I just hope she’s coming round again |