| I’ve been sleeping in your garage
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| I hope you don’t mind
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| Each time you pull in
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| I tuck behind the bureau in the corner
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| You haven’t noticed me yet
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| But I noticed you a long time ago
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| Of course
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| You have a lot of nice things in here
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| Looks like you had a kid or two at some point
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| I never see them in the car
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| Old wedding photos
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| Two cribs one blue one pink
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| But you’re the only one who pulls into this garage
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| In that old Ford with the busted bumper
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| Looks like you hit someone pretty hard with that thing
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| Damn things nearly fallen off
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| Not much life in your eyes is there
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| Or at least not what I can see from around the corner
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| I recognize those eyes
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| I catch them in reflective surfaces |