| I woke up at the foot of my bed
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| with my blue jeans on and you stuck in my head
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| I take it all back, I don’t mean what I said
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| Dead roses on the bedside table
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| and a movie on, I think it’s Betty Grable
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| I’ve been here for days so what’s a couple days more?
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| I’ve been sleepwalking
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| dreams talking
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| telling myself that soon I will be feeling alright
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| We’ve been cheap thrillin
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| and free wheeling
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| taking the worries and giving them up to the night
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| I replay all the scenes in my head
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| till I get blue in the face while you’re waking the dead
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| Is it just me or do you miss me?
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| I’m walking these city streets
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| life is so incomplete
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| everywhere I look
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| I’m walking these city streets
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| and every set of eyes I meet
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| read me like a book
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| They can tell I’ve been sleepwalking
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| dreams talking
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| telling myself that soon I will be feeling alright
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| have you been cheap thrillin
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| and free wheeling
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| taking your worries and giving them up to the night?
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| alright, alright, alright
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| I’ve been sleepwalking
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| dreams talking
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| telling myself that soon I will be feeling alright
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| have you been cheap thrillin
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| and free wheeling
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| taking your worries and giving them up to the night?
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| alright, alright
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| I’ve been sleepwalking
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| dreams talking
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| telling myself that soon I will be feeling alright |