| These empty rooms, those wasted days
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| They’ve been carried off on the winds of change
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| My dusty suits, my broken ways
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| Are shrinking in the rear view, hallelujah babe
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| Pre-Chorus:
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| All those nights I’ve been stumbling
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| Running in place
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| Hustling, troubling, coming in late
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| Something is happening twisting my fate
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| There’s a shadow in my bedroom
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| The silhouette of something new
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| There’s a necklace on my nightstand
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| Lipstick on a champagne flute
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| This green and sage, this calico
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| It’s a foreign land but you make it home
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| Your late Monet, my fake Van Gogh
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| Are making eyes across this marbled Spanish oak
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| Pre-Chorus:
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| All that wishing well, kiss and tell driving you home
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| Coral shell, prison cell, sleeping alone
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| Carousel, wedding bell, honeymoon Rome
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| There’s a shadow in my bedroom
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| The silhouette of something new
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| There’s a necklace on my nightstand
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| Lipstick on a champagne flute
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| Black stilettos in my closet
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| Wrapped up in your sweet perfume
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| There’s a necklace on my nightstand
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| Lipstick on a champagne flute
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| — Interlude — |
| There’s a magnet in my kitchen
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| It’s holding up the shape of two
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| And it’s got me kinda thinking
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| This is something we can add onto
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| There’s a shadow in my bedroom
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| The silhouette of something new
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| There’s a necklace on my nightstand
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| Lipstick on a champagne flute
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| Oh yeah |