| Look at these trees man
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| on an Island and uh holding it down
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| and I go tonight from someones house
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| has just switched on
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| well, Diane shes hanging tough
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| but she’s half drunk
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| yeah, my ??? |
| I’m???
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| I just don’t know, I Don’t
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| Look at this sky man
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| Be on the ceiling
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| yeah the sky’s above
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| and a old man from someones house
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| has just shut off
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| Well, Diane shes hanging in
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| and she, she wants to play some cards
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| say, all I know is
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| What life has shown me
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| and can I keep keep keep up
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| See it don’t matter at all,
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| I put the keys back in the jar.
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| And I know,
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| see there are flowers in the fall
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| And I know, oh oh
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| Look at these rooms man
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| Televisions, yeah lighting them all up
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| with Diane dances this evening
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| through the windows with the guys
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| see when it comes to her, when it comes to her
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| you just never know
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| see from the kitchen light
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| shes like a candle bright
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| before it switched off and back on
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| here we go
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| see it don’t matter at all
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| she whispers into my ear
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| that life’s a ball
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| yeah and I hold on to her so tight
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| until that light switch goes back on. |