| Standing at your intersection
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| Misinterpreting direction
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| See you from across the backyard
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| Fucked up by a good friend’s wedding card
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| Every day, I walk away
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| But I don’t get very far
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| I know your every secret
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| I know your every sound
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| But here I stare on from the fence
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| This old hungry bloodhound
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| Pretending in unending joy
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| To hate to be alone
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| To adore the great unknown
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| When all I know is you
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| And all you are is home
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| The words don’t sound the same
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| When we speak over the phone
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| Father stops to ask a question
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| Haven’t seen this place since last election
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| New kids all in deviant hairdos
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| Spilling beer on family heirlooms
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| The guys would like to go out tonight
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| But I don’t know if I care to
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| Your hands are on my shoulders
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| Your hands are on my neck
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| Your eyes meet mine, suggesting
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| That I should not be upset
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| At Heathrow, there will be no band
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| As murderous as mine
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| One round of stock white wine
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| And as I sunk to sleep
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| My hampered heart did pine
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| I should not say I love you
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| But I feel it all the time
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| Standing at your intersection
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| Misinterpreting direction
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| Send out for a pizza and pray
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| Everything is answered one day |