| Like a gun shot from miles away she’s moving in.
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| Like a rain storm without the clouds, she falls on him.
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| Like a phone call to warn the troop that never ends.
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| It’s the truth before the lies.
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| It’s the way she doesn’t try.
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| It’s the wink before the slide.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| They met after work one day she laughed with him.
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| They drove off their separate ways and then met for drinks.
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| When he got home the silent gift was deafening.
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| It’s the truth before the lies.
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| It’s the way she doesn’t try.
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| It’s the wink before the slide.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| She thought that love was going to fight.
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| She thought that love was going to take her home.
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| She thought love was going to save her.
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| But love just never showed.
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| She thought love was always watching.
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| All we learned that love was supposed to win,
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| But sometimes it’s the demons, that are standing in the end.
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| He slips off his worn out suit and tries to rest.
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| She’s a million miles away across the bend.
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| She rolls over and puts her hand across his chest.
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| It’s the truth before the lies.
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| It’s the way she doesn’t try.
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| It’s the wink before the slide.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| In Philadelphia.
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| Oh… |