| She’ll listen as I climb the stairs and know the shape I’m in
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| 'Cause every time I’ve had a few Lord I’m at her door again
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| Well it’s not right and it’s not love but she’s here most anytime
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| And she’s the closest thing to you that I can find
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| I’ve used her time and time again
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| But I never used her up
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| It seems that after all this time
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| She’d finally get enough
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| 'Cause even though she’s in my arms
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| That woman knows who’s in my mind
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| She’s the closest thing to you that I can find
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| Well I’ve known it’s wrong all along but here I am again
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| So we’ll talk awhile and then she’ll smile
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| And finally she’ll give in
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| Well it’s not real, it’s not right
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| But tonight Lord she’ll be mine
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| She’s the closest thing to you that I can find
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| I’ve used her time and time again
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| But I never used her up
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| It seems that after all this time
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| She’d finally get enough
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| 'Cause even though she’s in my arms
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| That woman knows who’s in my mind
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| She’s the closest thing to you that I can find |