| Casual acquaintances 'cause time just won’t allow
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| I can see their disappointed faces in the crowd
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| Beauty is the lure trouble at the rod
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| Don’t need another chicken in the pot
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| I seem to always find myself wondering how I’m here again
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| I can never clear a space without some mess finding its way in
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| People love to talk until they’re finally sure I’m somewhat interested
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| I spend my time wondering how they can’t tell I’m not listening
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| No I’m not listening
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| Too many things to do with nothing good to say
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| Just more clouds on a sunny day
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| Too many things to do with nothing good to say
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| Just more clouds on a sunny day
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| Liquor is the lure trouble at the rod
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| Tell myself one more then I hit the rock
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| I seem to always find myself wondering how I’m here again
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| I can never clear a space without some mess finding its way in
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| People love to talk until they’re finally sure I’m somewhat interested
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| I spend my time wondering how they can’t tell that I’m not listening
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| Too many things to do with nothing good to say
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| Just more clouds on a sunny day
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| Too many things to do with nothing good to say
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| Just more clouds on a sunny day |