| Well I ain’t gonna ask you what you’re doing here
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| I know you got your reasons but honey, they ain’t ever clear
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| And maybe it’s just better that you never stay
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| I love you more when you’re walking away
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| I ain’t gonna ask you what’s on your mind
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| It’s hard enough for my own head to unwind
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| The world is getting smaller, each and every day
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| and I love you more when you’re walking away
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| When you’re walking away
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| baby, i get high like i never could
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| you don’t stay, although sometimes I wish you would
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| everything’s clear when you’re not here
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| lonesome is a candle in the night
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| a one-room bedroom window crying-light
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| you take me for granted, but baby thats ok
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| i love you more when you’re walking away
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| When you’re walking away
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| baby I get high like i never could
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| you don’t stay, honey sometimes i wish you would
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| everything’s clear when you’re not here
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| well i ain’t gonna ask you what you’re doing here
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| take what you can get and then disapear
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| ah but that’s alright mama, you can leave me any day
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| cause i love you more when you’re walking away |