| Smoke another cigarette, have another drink or two
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| Sit by the telephone 'til morning
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| She never tells me where she’s goin'
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| But I think it’s mighty plain
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| Maybe tomorrow
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| She’ll be back home again
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| She wasn’t like this when I met her
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| Whatever made her change?
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| Now she never even says I love you
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| She just comes a-rollin' in
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| Never wanting to explain
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| Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back home again
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| Wish that I could meet him
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| Just to tell him who I am
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| I would like to find out what he has
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| That I don’t have
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| She never says a thing about him but it’s plain as day
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| She’s going somewhere every evening
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| Can’t take it too much longer
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| I think I’m goin' insane
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| Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back home again
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| Wish that I could meet him
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| Just to tell him who I am
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| I would like to find out what he has
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| That I don’t have
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| She never says a thing about him but it’s plain as day
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| She’s going somewhere every evening
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| Can’t take it too much longer
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| I think I’m goin' insane
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| Maybe tomorrow she’ll be back home again |