| Oh my god, my honey
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| I think about it all the time
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| Eve is dark but sunny
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| lay back across my mind
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| In the dark walls in the back bar
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| in the corner of that small town
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| a yellow from the candle light
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| Lay it backwards and forwards
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| and anyway I see
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| No direction feels true
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| If you’d choose, you’d do
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| in the way that I’ve always loved
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| You know, you do
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| in a way that I’ll always defend
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| So how do I do right by you now?
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| Oh my god, my honey
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| Not really sure, out of line
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| Feeling wise but at ease
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| Feeling once was mine
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| And the current, the ripples
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| Flows under the ocean
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| Where the backwater for sorrow lies
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| They flow both sideways and forwards
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| and anyway they please
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| No direction feels true
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| If you choose, you do
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| In the way that I’ve always loved
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| You’d know, you do
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| In a way that I’ll always defend
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| So how do I do right by you now?
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| in the dark walls in the back bar
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| in the corner of that small town
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| a yellow from the candle light
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| I play it backwards and forwards
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| and anyway I please
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| No direction feels true
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| Too soon, feels true
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| in a way that I’ve always loved
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| You know, you’d choose
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| in a way that I’d always defend
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| How do I do right by you now? |