| The day I came it rained champagne
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| The days that changed, you’re not so strange
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| I am and I can even though some nights I’m just another drunken man
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| Got to go, can’t really stay, watch me take a chance and dance someone and go away.
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| Taking my time with my women and my wine
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| I haven’t got a hope but I don’t need a shrine
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| Sometimes the lines take a week or two
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| Breaking my pen over someone like you.
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| 'Cause you’ll say something simple that touches me inside
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| That shows I’ve been gone but I’ll be back in a while
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| 'Cause I’ve been and I’ve seen and you’re losing your style
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| And you simply can’t see why I’d rather be me.
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| Talk of deals, not what you feel, it’s not what you want, it’s not even real
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| No pain, now there’s no gain, I hope you realise that you can’t afford to stay
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| the same
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| You’re alright, there’s no real bite 'cause you’ve gotten what you want now
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| there’s no real need to fight
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| Please don’t stay in vain 'cause I could be right there if only you could feel
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| the same.
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| Sat on the throne of your safe little life
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| Two dog’s and a cat and a safe little wife
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| Sometimes with wine, just a time or two
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| You’ll look at me and I’ll look at you.
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| 'Cause you’ll say something simple that touches me inside
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| That shows you’re not gone, you’re just lost for a while
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| Maybe trapped in a web of your chosen lifestyle
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| And you simply can’t see why I’d rather be me. |