| Heard you were leaving
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| You hadn’t asked for much
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| Just a strong hand and a soft touch
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| The miles in between us
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| Were to great for you to hold
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| You said something’s different
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| Something’s changed
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| From the way it was
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| In those summer days
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| But you can’t explain it
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| And it’s best that we just move on
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| Go on and speak for yourself
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| Nothing has changed in the south
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| But you get a free night in Boston
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| I get a long night in Tennesee
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| Said we’d be together
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| Until the end of time
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| But my clock’s still tickin'
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| Quarter past nine
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| Every second that passes
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| Second guesses are made through
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| Go on and speak for yourself
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| Nothing has changed in the south
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| But you get a free night in Boston
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| I get a long night in Tennesee |