| It’s right there in my face
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| But I turn the other way
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| The end is drawing near
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| And we live in a state of fear
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| Underneath Arizona skies
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| I pretend not to see her cry
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| In a whisper soft and low, she says
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| Simple pleasure, that is really all I want
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| When you come around, I want more
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| Simple pleasure, that is really all I need
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| Won’t you come home with me?
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| You’re fading out again
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| So I take it on the chin
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| Help me find a way
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| To make it through each day
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| Underneath Arizona skies
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| I pretend not to see her cry
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| In a whisper soft and low, she says
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| Simple pleasure, that is really all I want
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| When you come round, I want more
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| Simple pleasure, that is really all I need
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| Won’t you come home with me?
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| Underneath Arizona skies
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| I pretend not to see her cry
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| And we’re trying hard to live for
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| Trying hard to live right now
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| Simple pleasure, that is really all I want
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| When you come round, I want more
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| Simple pleasure, that is really all I need
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| Won’t you come home with me? |