| I found a ring deep inside a box on a dead-end street
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| And you were there watching me
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| But I didn’t know I couldn’t see
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| I was lost, asleep inside a fantasy
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| I love your hair in the mornings, you know
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| You love to run wild, and let the mane flow
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| But you run away, but we meet again soon
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| South of the border and over the moon
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| And when you’re gone it never feels right
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| Gets so cold in the dark of the night
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| And I only like the shade when you’re blocking the light
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| I only like the shade when you’re blocking the light
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| I put the ring, back where it belongs
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| It feels right, and you were waiting up all night
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| I didn’t know, if I went away
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| And got lost, that you’d still be there anyway
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| I figured out what you whispered last night
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| Somewhere the clouds touch the mountains just right
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| Somewhere we’re dancing and you’re singing the tune
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| South of the border and over the moon
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| And when you’re gone it never feels right
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| It gets so cold in the dark of the night
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| And I only like the shade when you’re blocking the light
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| I only like the shade when you’re blocking the light |