| Wait until I get back home
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| In a train on a track
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| Where the scenery’s all i know
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| And I’m dreaming of a girl from Texas
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| With a dead end, dead end glow
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| I can’t stop what i done
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| But i should from what I know
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| It’s a nightmare that I’m living
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| What kind of love, keeps you close and dying in their arms
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| What kind of love, clutches you and never lets you out
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| What kind of love, what kind of love
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| Seven rounds, quieting down
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| And my ears keep alive
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| In the absence of sound
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| Waking up to a new found
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| City noise
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| And i like what i see
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| In the windows of these stores
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| What kind of love, keeps you close and dying in their arms
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| What kind of love, clutches you and never lets you out
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| What kind of love, what kind of love
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| Oh, its a mile back down the road
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| In the opposite direction
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| From where I’m headed home
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| Still I’m fading, and I’m waiting
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| And you hold me, while I’m dying
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| What kind of love, keeps you close and dying in their arms
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| What kind of love, clutches you and never lets you out
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| What kind of love, what kind of love |