| I tried leaving you at home
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| But every thought returns to you
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| My head it seems to roam
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| No matter what I do
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| You know it’s late right now
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| And every song sings of us
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| I guess these singers know somehow
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| And my life they must discuss
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| But I left the pictures of you behind
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| Because I didn’t want to dwell on you
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| But even the streets speak your name out here
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| And last night’s movie too
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| The mountains now in the rearview
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| As the tired road creeps on and on and on
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| Perhaps I’ll leave you in colorado
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| With this monday morning fog
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| But the pictures await me back home
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| And there the streets whisper, whisper your name
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| Escape it seems impossible sometimes
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| And I’m the one to blame
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| But I left the pictures of you behind
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| Because I didn’t want to dwell on you
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| But even the streets speak your name out here
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| And last night’s movie too
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| I tried leaving you behind
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| But you wouldn’t stay
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| Thank God you didn’t |