| I bought a toothbrush, some toothpaste
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| A flannel for my face
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| Pajamas, a hairbrush
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| New shoes and a case
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| I said to my reflection
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| Let’s get out of this place
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| Past the church and the steeple
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| The laundry on the hill
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| Billboards and the buildings
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| Memories of it still
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| Keep calling, me back
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| But forget it all
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| I know I will
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| Tempted by the fruit of another
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| Tempted but the truth is discovered
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| What’s been going on
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| Now that you have gone
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| In no other
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| Tempted by the fruit of another
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| Tempted but the truth is discovered
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| I’m at the airport, the car park
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| The baggage carousel
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| People keep and pushin'
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| I’m wishing I was well
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| I said «it's no occasion
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| It’s no story I could tell»
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| At my bedside empty pocket
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| A foot without a sock
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| Your body get’s much closer
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| I fumble for the clock
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| Alarmed by the seduction
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| I wish that it would stop
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| Tempted by the fruit of another
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| Tempted but the truth is discovered
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| What’s been going on
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| Now that you have gone
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| In no other
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| Tempted by the fruit of another
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| Tempted but the truth is discovered
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| I bought a novel, some perfume
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| A fortune all for you
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| But it’s not my conscience
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| That hates to be untrue
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| I asked of my reflection
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| Tell me what is there to do
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| Tempted by the fruit of another
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| Tempted but the truth is discovered
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| What’s been going on
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| Now that you have gone
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| In no other
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| Tempted by the fruit of another
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| Tempted but the truth is discovered |