| Your junked-out, beat-up car
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| Won’t get you very far
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| When it’s raining this hard
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| Hold hands and then you’ll kiss
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| They’re a tambourine you hit
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| And it’s shaking and breaking through the dark
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| You miss near and you miss far
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| You miss drinking at the bar
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| And I won’t be the last one making your life hard
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| Turning up your sleeves
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| You’re turning like the leaves that keep changing outside
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| Soft and so polite
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| That quiet lullaby you keep singing and bringing through the night
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| Got my hands around my flask
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| And I keep watching you walk past
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| Plays just like a record skipping tracks
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| Put it all
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| Put it all
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| Put it all on you
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| I wouldn’t lose my shirt if I did the work
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| That I’m supposed to do
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| It’s all on you
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| I’m a broken telephone
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| Cause I can’t say a damn thing when you come and go
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| You come and go
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| I’m all out of cards to play
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| You don’t want 'em anyway
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| So I won’t push my luck to make you stay
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| Cause I miss near and I miss far
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| So I went drinking at the bar
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| I won’t be the last one taking this so hard
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| Put it all
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| Put it all
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| Put it all on you
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| Wouldn’t lose my shirt if I did the work that I’m supposed to do
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| I put it all
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| Put it all
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| Put it all on you
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| I wouldn’t lose my shirt if I did the work that I’m supposed to do
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| That I’m supposed to do
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| It’s all on you |