| In the middle of the night
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| Comes a knockin' at my door
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| There’s a limousine outside
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| And I know whom it’s for
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| And I heard it bein' read
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| And I heard it bein' said
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| Aw, that the comfort in your head
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| And I wonder if it doesn’t create a sense of shame
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| In the middle of the night
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| Comes a knockin' at my door
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| There’s a limousine outside
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| And I know whom it’s for
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| And you’re leanin' on your wheel in your car
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| As you walk to the top of the hill
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| And you hope the will in your mind
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| Does not jump from the edge to the climb
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| With a sense of shame
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| It was the time before the last
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| And you did not give up And I threw you on the ground
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| And you did not get up And I don’t know why
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| And I don’t know why
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| But the tears in your eyes
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| It made me want to cry
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| But with a sense of shame
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| It was the time before the last
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| W e did not make up And I threw you on the ground
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| And you did not get up And I don’t know why
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| And I don’t know why
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| Something in your eyes
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| It made me want to cry
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| With a sense of shame
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| You meet me heather deep
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| I bury your heart on my knees all the time
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| In the middle of the night
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| Comes a knockin' at my door
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| There’s a limousine outside
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| And I know who it’s for |