| I lit two brand-new candles
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| Set two glasses out for wine
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| Two hours ago
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| She was due here anytime
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| I’m starting to believe
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| I’ve slipped her mind
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| Friday night she’s coming
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| Got the date circled in red
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| I’ve planned this night all day
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| High hopes, high hopes
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| Running through my head
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| Had big plans for love and romance
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| Ohhh, and I got the blues instead
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| Both candles just burned out
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| I sip the wine till it’s gone
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| Called her place all evening
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| But the phone rings on and on
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| Two hours ago
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| She was due here any time
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| And I’m starting to believe, yeah
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| Ohhh, I’ve slipped her mind
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| Both candles just burned out
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| Drank the wine till it’s gone
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| Called her place all evening
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| The phone rings on and on
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| Two hours ago
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| She was due here any time
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| And I believe, I believe, I believe
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| I’ve slipped her mind
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| I believe, I believe
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| Ohhhh, that I’ve slipped her mind
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| Ohhh, no, no
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| Don’t tell me that this is it
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| I’ve planned this night all day, baby
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| How can you be so cold to Young Bob?
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| No, no, no, no
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| No, two hours ago
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| And it’s been five
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| No, no
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| I can’t take this anymore
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| I’m just about to give up on the whole damn thing
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| No, no |