| I got off work just past eleven
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| Laid one finger to the breeze
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| You can almost taste the action
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| On nights like these
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| Trees were bending in the wind
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| You were forty miles away
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| And I was headed in your direction
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| I’ve been waiting all day, I’ve been waiting all day
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| Moon over West Covina was huge and white
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| And I was like a patient on a table
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| Headed for the light
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| Lean toward the center divider
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| Feel the wind in my hair
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| Keep a light up in your window
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| I’m gonna be right there, I’m gonna be right there
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| With a gleam in my eye
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| And an almost airtight alibi
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| Down by the chemistry building
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| I found a quiet place to park
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| And I made my way down the street toward your place
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| Stepping lightly in the dark
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| Climbed the steps up to your doorway
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| Like a man prepared to jump underneath a train
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| It’s real warm outside tonight
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| Maybe tomorrow it rains, maybe tomorrow it rains
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| Inside your room we shut the window
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| And we turned on a fan
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| And we lay there together in the darkness
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| I can keep a secret if you can
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| Finishing one another’s sentences
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| Like a pair of identical twins
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| Your boyfriend’s out of town until tuesday
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| And nobody saw me come in, nobody saw me come in
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| With a gleam in my eye
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| And an almost airtight alibi |