| Every night I read this novel about you
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| Holding roses in the pouring rain
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| But the ending’s tore up, trying to hail a cab
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| Think no one can read you, but I can
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| Well we move into a house down on Cherry Lane
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| And watch the world go by Am I’m missing a page
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| I wanna be the one who walks you home
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| Who walks you home tonight
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| Staring into her eyes and then try and explain it But it’s written in a language that was meant to fuck you up And I can never get close enough
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| But I lie
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| But I lie down on her pillow
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| And you feel like you was going away
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| Going away when you got no place to go But back in her arms lying on her pillow
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| Curled up with a book down on Cherry Lane
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| The glass it hits the floor and you’re walking away
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| But I wanna be the one who walks you home
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| Who walks you home anyway
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| Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it Try to explain it away
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| I wanna be the one who walks you home
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| Who walks you home tonight
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| Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it Try to explain it away
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| But that shit just fucks you up And I can never get close enough
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| I can never get close
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| I can never get close enough
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| I can never get close enough to you |