| I was travelling light
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| travelling with a friend
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| as xtina came of age
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| i hung with xtina’s friends
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| they would all come 'round the house
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| and slowly go insane
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| every night up around the bend
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| i’m in xtina’s house again
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| she was just a lonely soldier
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| running with the times and the tides
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| maybe just a little older
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| quite a ways into the night
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| quite a ways into the night
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| i can see you coming
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| creeping slowly up the lane
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| i can see her falling
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| in and out of love again
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| i can still see that tree
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| with that boat off by the shore
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| drifting in and out of time
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| we’re in xtina’s house once more
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| slip behind the valley curtain
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| looking for a place to hide
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| shaky and those times uncertain
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| everyone drunk on red wine
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| drunk on red wine
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| turn on a flashlight in the dark
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| at 3 am in the morning
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| drunk on red red wine
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| tommy smashing bottles against the wall
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| xtina waiting at the wall
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| it’s what you know and you know it
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| it’s every place you go, so don’t blow it
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| confusion takes away, makes it all turn wrong
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| it only takes a day or two before I’m gone
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| long gone
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| well step right up
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| to the house of pain
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| step right up on the porch
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| you bet on the wrong horse
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| walking through the door at 10
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| right about a quarter to 10
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| being very very certain
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| we’re in xtina’s house again
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| she was just a lonely soldier
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| running up and down the ride
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| she was pure and wide and open
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| she was somehow out of time
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| now she’s frozen in time |