| We been runnin' away from
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| Something we both know
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| We’ve long run out of things to say
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| And I guess I better go
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| So don’t be gettin' excited
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| When you that slammin' door
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| 'cause there be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the mornin'
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| Yea there be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor, one less man a-walkin'
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| One less pair of jeans upon your door
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| One less voice a-talkin'
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| But tomorrows a dream away
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| And today has turned to dusk
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| Your silver tongue has turned to clay
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| And your golden rule to rust
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| And we been talkin' in silence
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| Well if it’s silence you adore
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| Then there be one less set of footsteps
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| On your floor in the morning |