| i remember one day you
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| said you’d leave for a while
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| i thought some people should never smile
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| i thought what a spot you put her in
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| but the realness of each answer
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| was put in question by each grin
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| and it was a goodbye off a television
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| you talked full and fast with no seams of indecision
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| full and fast your defense against her grief
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| if your mind was on a mission
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| it was a mission of relief
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| and oh you’re out following every finger
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| oh to still a doubt but still it linger
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| you just have to be an animal
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| to hear her overtones
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| through the letters and through the phones
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| you been on that trail like a cause of birth
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| not to have what you track down
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| but to find out what it’s worth
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| and oh even big girls cry
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| you kept everything so clean
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| all that soap hurts her eyes
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| you kept everything so clean
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| it might have slipped your mind
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| the knot was small but
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| the knot was tight
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| and oh you’re out
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| following every finger
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| oh to still a doubt but still it linger
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| you just have to be an animal
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| to feel her overtones
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| through the letters and through the phones |
| you been on that trail like a cause of birth
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| not to have what you track down
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| but to find out what it’s worth
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| and it’s so tough keeping
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| every time fair
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| just to love once
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| without having to care
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| just to love once without
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| cracking the spell
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| of relaxing into a pleasure
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| that you know so well
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| and oh you’re out
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| following every finger
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| oh to still a doubt but still it linger
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| you just have to be an animal
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| to hear her overtones
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| through the letters
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| and through the phones
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| you been on that trail
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| oh you been on that trail
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| you been on that trail
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| since you were born
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| not to have what you track down
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| but to find out how it’s worn
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| landing only when your wings hurt
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| you’re out following every finger |