| There’s a room where she kept all her dolls
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| They covered the floor and the walls
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| And she talked to them there
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| By the pool she would always attract
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| All the guys who were out on their backs
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| With her towel wrapped
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| Now did she know
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| That she caught all the eyes in town
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| Watching her walking around
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| She was the match that would strike up a light
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| And the day that said hi to the night
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| And she was bowling me down
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| And I was praying
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| As I struggled to stand on my feet
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| I walked tall with her there on the street
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| But as the earth spun around
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| Hope was fading
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| There was a room where I kept all my things
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| Baseball caps fraternity rings
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| And I played my guitar
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| With her picture pinned up on the wall
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| I stood there to see where I’d fall
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| She was the match that would strike up a light
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| And the day that said hi to the night
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| And she was bowling me down
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| And I was praying
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| As I struggled to stand on my feet
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| I walked tall with her there on the street
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| But as the earth spun around
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| Hope was fading
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| In our rooms there are thoughts that divide
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| All those feelings that harbored inside
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| Am I sinking too deep with what I’m saying
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| All the words they got caught in my head
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| Had no order in how they were said
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| Am I really a creep
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| Hope is fading |