| Hey, cricket, keep it down
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| I’m trying to get some sleep right now
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| And nobody wants to hear your sad
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| Lovesick, lonesome, bluesy song anyway
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| You say your love is gone, well mine is too
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| So put that fiddle away and you
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| Can watch me drink this amber pain reliever
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| And in a little while I won’t even need her
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| Then again, if she ever does come rolling up
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| I’ve left a space beside my car out in the drive
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| I’m gonna leave her name up with mine on th mailbox just in case
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| And a light on so she’ll know that I’m alive
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| Half of m knows she’s gone
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| And the other half just wants to dream on
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| There’s my girl looking at me
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| From a photo on a beach about '93
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| Her head’s thrown back, she’s laughing
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| Looks like leaving me was the last thing on her mind
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| It just makes me want to dream some more
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| That someday she’ll walk through that door
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| But there’s two of me, one on either shoulder
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| One’s whispering, forget it man, it’s over
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| Dream on
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| Man, she’s gone |