| We’ve got one more to go
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| And the last one was a mistake
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| I’d pour you another
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| But I think I heard the bottle break
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| On the bedroom floor
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| And we’ll count the hours awake
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| 'Cause I see no sense in sleeping
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| Only to wake up much too late
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| Oh, Anna Leigh, it’s not that I’m scared, I’ve got to
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| Wait for the air to call you
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| Lalita, don’t you hate these kisses?
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| I know that we’re not in
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| But we’re in love with everyone that is
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| We’re talking tiny conversations
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| Like they’re harmless
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| Oh, don’t you know that I know it’s a sin?
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| We’ve got one more to go
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| An the last one nearly killed me
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| I’m talking to the devil but
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| I think I heard an angel sing (la la la)
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| And this year has just begun
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| So don’t count your blessings yet
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| Let’s take a walk, but I think we’d better watch our step
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| Oh, Anna Leigh, lay down beside me
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| I’m in need of rest
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| I’m looking for a hand to guide me
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| Far away from the rest
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| Are we moving too fast?
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| Lalita, don’t you hate these kisses?
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| I know that we’re not in
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| But we’re in love with everyone that is
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| I’m making tiny compostions
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| And though they’re charmless
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| I’m hoping that they’ll bring you back again |