| I could buy you a drink
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| but I walk the line instead
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| Need to learn a trick or two
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| To keep my head from hanging down
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| Just another moment
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| In the afternoon
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| Just another evening
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| When the morning comes too soon
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| I’m the only one who’s tangled up in here
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| But I’ve grown to love the knots
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| The beauty of running circles is that it never seems to stop
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| It just connects the dots
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| I could bum you a smoke
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| But I quit a week ago
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| To you it seems like a joke
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| But for me that’s progress
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| Just another moment
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| In the afternoon
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| Just another evening
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| When the morning comes too soon
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| You seem to be the girl you were ten years ago
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| But a different shade of blue
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| And in a drink or two
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| Well the truth is
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| I’ve got a bone to pick with you
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| Love, love me do
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| I’ll be drinking too
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| I offer you to lose your head with me
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| I may fall losing
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| And I don’t play the blues my love
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| But I’ll sing it with you when we’re leaving
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| Just another moment
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| In the afternoon
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| Just another evening
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| When the morning comes too soon
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| I’m the only one who’s tangled up in here
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| But I’ve grown to love the knots
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| The beauty of running circles is that it never seems to stop
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| It just connects the dots
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| Until the feeling stops
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| It just connects the dots
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| Until the lights turn off |