| When the sun went down
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| You were sitting under someone else’s sunset
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| And I wasn’t around
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| And you were wishing that I was a guy that you’d just met
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| And I was probably stumbling down some back street alley in Amsterdam
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| While you were making excuses and breaking another heart
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| Or maybe I was drinking wine with the pigeons in a square in Venice
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| And I was wondering what you’re doing
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| And wondering where you are
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| When the stars came out
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| I was sitting in a studio on Sunset
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| And the lights were down
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| And I was wishing the time we had wasn’t over yet
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| And you were probably sitting in the airport waiting on a plane to Vegas
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| While I was packing a suitcase staring at a waiting car
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| Or maybe you were heading out to some house party on Lake Austin
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| And I was wondering what you’re doing
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| And wondering where you are
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| When my luck ran out
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| I was sitting on a concrete block in Little Rock
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| We didn’t scream or shout
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| We just said good-bye
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| And I waited for the click
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| And the lights went out
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| And now I’m packing it up and I’m rollin' on out to Vancouver
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| For some wasted youth and a fresh set of lonely stars
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| And I’m wondering baby, if you ever saw the best of us
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| And I’m wondering what you’re doing
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| And wondering where you are
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| I still wonder what you’re doing
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| And wonder where you are |