| Big brown eyes and a gust of wind
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| And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says
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| «The end is coming soon», not soon enough
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| Restring all your guitars, pack up all your stuff
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| 'Cause if Robert’s dad is right
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| We might not make it through the night
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| And I’d hate to go alone
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| Oh! |
| Please pick up the phone
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| Well, a box of red and a pill or three
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| And I’m calling time and temperature just for some company
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| I wish you were here, I wish I was too
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| I’ll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do
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| You don’t want me anymore
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| Since fame and fortune broke down our door
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| You don’t give me no respect
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| What did I expect?
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| If that phone don’t ring one more time
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| Well, I’m gonna lose what’s left of my mind
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| You made a big impression for a girl of your size
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| Now I can’t get by without you and your big brown eyes
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| Her hands are cold, her breath is warm
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| She’s a port in a storm
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| I’m worried now but it won’t be long
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| It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song
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| I’ve got issues, yeah
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| Like I miss you, yeah
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| And I wish I weren’t so thick
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| I’m making myself sick
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| If that phone don’t ring one more time
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| I’m gonna lose what’s left of my mind
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| You made a big impression for a girl of your size
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| Now I can’t get by without you and your big brown eyes |