| Last night
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| Turned on the TV
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| Looked out the window
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| And then pulled down the shades
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| And I came to
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| The conclusion
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| My mind could not be made
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| She said «Well what’re you thinkin'?
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| I’m just a-wonderin'
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| Is it somethin' that I did?»
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| I said «It's nothin'
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| Just somethin'
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| I picked up as a kid»
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| I hear a lot of empty spaces
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| I see a big hole in the view
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| I feel an outline that traces
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| An imaginary path back to you
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| This ain’t no ordinary blue
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| Last night
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| For a split sec
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| I was a train-wreck
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| I was a complicated guy
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| I hope we don’t find
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| This’s the last time
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| We ever say «Goodbye»
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| The orange gleam
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| Is risin'
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| On the horizon
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| Of the outskirts of my mind
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| I sat and listened
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| As it glistens
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| It says «Leave the past behind»
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| I hear a lot of empty spaces
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| I see a big hole in the view
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| I feel an outline that traces
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| An imaginary path back to you
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| This ain’t no ordinary blue
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| Too cold to hold
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| Too deep to swim to
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| Too cold to hold
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| Too deep to swim to
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| Last night
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| Turned on the TV
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| Looked out the window
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| And then pulled down the shades |