| Thank you for the things you said
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| For not joinin' me out on the ledge
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| I know where you come from
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| That’s just not done
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| And thank you for the diamond ring
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| Baby boy, your world on a string
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| I feel glad to honor
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| A thousand acts of love
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| I don’t miss livin' so much faster
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| I’ll take care of your Telecaster
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| You might miss the way I keep the beat
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| And time keeps slippin' through the curtain
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| From this point on there’s nothing certain
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| Except there’s not many miles to go
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| And just one promise left to keep
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| I sang my heart out for the crowd
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| Ask forgiveness from them then and now
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| You know where I come from
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| That’s how it’s done
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| I stood beside you through the blast
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| I thought we might never last
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| Now look how we shine, my dear
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| Like diamonds in the sun
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| The spinning clock and the twelve-bar disasters
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| Transformed by your Telecaster
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| We found our own way to keep the beat
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| (The tempo, baby)
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| Time keeps slippin' through the curtain
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| The Empire State and small-batch Bourbon
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| Now there’s not many miles to go
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| And just one promise left to keep
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| I don’t miss livin' so much faster
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| Yeah, I’ll take care of your Telecaster
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| You might miss the way I keep the beat
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| (The tempo, baby)
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| And time keeps slippin' through the curtain
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| From this point on there’s one thing certain
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| There’s not many miles to go
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| And just one promise left to keep
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| There’s not many miles to go
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| And just one promise left to keep |