| It’s late in the evening
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| And you’re breathing with someone else
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| You come home to call me
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| And I ask what you’ve been doing with yourself
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| And you say nothing at all
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| You say nothing at all
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| Your flight is longer than usual
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| And your conscience ain’t no company
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| I’m there smiling and warm I missed you so
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| And can’t wait to show you how I feel
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| But you feel nothing at all
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| But you feel nothing at all
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| There we were
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| Never strangers before
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| There was a light that shined on us
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| But now there’s nothing at all
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| You should’ve taken a look around
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| Before you laid that woman down
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| You better get a hold of yourself
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| Cause there’s a woman here
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| Who’s willing to try
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| Weeks go by
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| And your mind seems preoccupied
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| I feel a piece missing here
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| But when I ask you about what’s going on
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| You say it’s all me my dear
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| So I thought nothing at all
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| I thought nothing at all
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| You should’ve taken a look around
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| Before you laid that woman down
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| You better get a hold of yourself
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| Cause there’s a man in you about to die
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| With nothing
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| With nothing |