| Shoot the street light out
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| Leave the porch light on
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| Give away a shout
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| From whoever’s side you’re on;
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| Bury every hope you ever dreamed of
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| Deep enough so that no dogs come around
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| There’s a loose thread at your seam Love
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| And a fire taking hold of your gown
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| If only this time I was wrong
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| If only you were here
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| If I was only half as strong
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| If just tonight a mile
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| Was only half as long…
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| Then I could walk from here
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| I could walk from here
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| I call your name
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| From the vacant lot
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| Don’t pretend a love you would betray
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| And don’t think for a moment I would not;
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| And if you catch me leaning back
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| I had some leaning back to do
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| I’m still standing on the track
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| With my blind-side facing you
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| If only this time I was wrong
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| If only you were here
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| If I was only half as strong
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| If just tonight a mile
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| Was only half as long…
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| Then I could walk on by
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| I could walk on by
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| If I took the liberty of your voice
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| You’d left ringing in my ear
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| And I gave Buckdancer’s choice
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| To myself for all to hear;
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| Well, I’d tell myself all the things
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| That you never would
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| And I would forgive
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| All you never could
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| If only this time I was wrong
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| If only you were here
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| If I was only half as strong
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| If just tonight a mile
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| Was only half as long…
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| Then I’ll be home by now
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| I’ll be home by now |