| Well she’s sitting on the edge of my bed
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| Taking her shirt off over her head
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| I should be somewhere else but i am right here instead
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| As this old scene unfurls
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| In this ever changing world
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| I ask myself how did i lose my woman for this here girl
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| Well she lays back like a queen
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| In some dark medieval dream
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| All at once god becomes a big old machine
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| And i’ve got one hand on the switch
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| Building up a fearsome itch
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| To turn him off for a little while
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| And dig myself a six foot ditch
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| 'cause every move she makes
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| Tempts this here bough to break
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| I know man lives on love
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| How much love can one man take
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| If there’s a train coming I can’t see it
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| If there’s a lesson here I don’t need it
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| I’m gonna slide right down into my own bad idea
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| So save it if you will
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| Stop the doctor, crush the pill
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| The simple life is overated
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| I have simply had my fill |