| A long winter and a red hot summer
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| I don’t remember very much about that year
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| What I recall is a fear of falling in love
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| While I was
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| I gave everything I had to my lover
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| It’s no wonder people felt that I disappeared
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| And at the end of the day all I had for myself
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| Was my own lonesome tears
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| But I made her happy
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| And did that gladly
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| But oh, it don’t mean a thing
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| Yeah all that’s over now
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| Me and my sister went to Arizona
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| Seeing our mom while she was fighting her disease
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| And doing what everybody said she needed
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| So she could come home
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| And it was late in the night when I called you
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| One in the morning right outside of a motel
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| Just checking in to tell you I was scared
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| And that I felt
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| You didn’t love me
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| You said you love me, honey
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| Oh it don’t mean a thing
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| Yeah all that’s over
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| Now when I dream all I see
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| Is you being untrue to me
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| Telling lies, shaking hands
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| Having laughs over and over again
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| The punchline of a joke, I am
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| Oh it don’t mean a thing
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| Yeah all that’s over
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| But it don’t mean a thing
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| Yeah all that’s over
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| But it don’t mean a thing |