| The clouds move over Pontiac skies
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| Their silent thunder matches mine
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| I know this feeling from long ago
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| I wondered was it gone, but now I know
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| So when she calls, don’t send her my way
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| When it hurts, you’ll know it’s the right thing
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| Michigan’s in the rear-view now
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| Keep your hands where I could see 'em
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| You took the words right outta my mouth
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| When you knew that I would need 'em
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| What am I supposed to do now
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| Without you
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| Without you
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| It’s unannounced like you’d expect it
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| I’m on broke down brake lines and mo-town records
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| And all that’s left is a blind reflection
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| But you know what’s coming and you regret it
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| So when she calls, don’t send her my way
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| When it hurts most it’s the right thing
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| Michigan’s in the rear-view now
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| Keep your hands where I could see 'em
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| You took the words right outta my mouth
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| When you knew that I would need 'em
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| What am I supposed to do now
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| Without you
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| Without you |