| There’s a lipstick sunset
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| Smeared across the August sky
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| There’s a bitter sweet perfume
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| Hanging in the fields
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| The creek is running high
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| And I left my lover waiting
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| In the dawn somewhere to wonder why
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| By the end of the day
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| All her sweet dreams would fade
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| To a lipstick sunset
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| Well, a radio was playing
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| And that ol' summer heat was on the rise
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| I just had to get away
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| Before some sad old song
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| Brought tears to my eyes
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| And Lord I couldn’t tell her
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| That her love was only killing me By the end of the day
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| All her sweet dreams would fade
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| To a lipstick sunset
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| Well it’s pretty as a picture baby
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| Red and blushing just before the night
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| Maybe love’s like that for me Maybe I can only see
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| As you take away the light
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| So hold me in the darkness
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| We can dream about the cool twilight
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| 'Til the dawning of the day
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| When I make my getaway
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| To a lipstick sunset
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| There will come another day
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| When I make my getaway
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| To a lipstick sunset
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| There will come another day
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| Then I’ll make my getaway
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| To a lipstick sunset |