| In the other room, I can hear a voice over the stereo,
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| Singing some reheated highway blues song.
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| In a year or two, I could be a washman bent over a broom
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| All by myself and singing love songs to an empty room.
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| I’ve got a reason to need you
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| I never imagined us feeling alone before.
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| Is it not some season in hell
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| to go out on the town and find somebody to love?
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| What a pretty day, i’m biting my nails and watching talk shows
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| i sit by the window as the water drips from the rails
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| but I will make you sing woman,
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| until the skin turns to wax, its the facts that follow me down.
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| Hey kids, don’t knock on my door,
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| you know, i’m lately feeling melancholy.
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| It’s alright to feel to bad about the times that you’ve had
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| and i’ll tell myself without somebody.
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| I’ve got a reason to need you
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| I never imagined us being alone before.
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| Is it not some season in hell
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| to go out on the town and find somebody to love? |