| Well this party’s turned a corner
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| Every room is in disorder
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| Now the nightingale won’t sing for us
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| We scared her away
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| Well you asking me a question
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| And didn’t wait to hear the answer
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| As we’re following the dancer
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| Falling down a flight of stairs
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| Every strand has come unwound
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| Every heart is all worn down
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| Everyone in this room wanted to be somewhere else
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| So tonight I found a key
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| And drive away a little early
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| Is the last time I wanna be that kind of lonely.
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| There’s a scar below your left eye
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| Fades away as you get older
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| Isn’t like you never told her
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| What kind of man you really are
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| I don’t know why it’s so surprising
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| Now the sun is almost rising
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| Cause it’s early in the morning
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| And the moon’s still standing tall
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| Every strand has come unwound
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| Every heart is all worn down
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| Everyone in this room wanted to be somewhere else
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| So tonight I found a key and drive away a little early
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| It’s the last time I wanna be that kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely
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| That kind of lonely |