| Your two eyes got too close to be framed
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| When I can’t see I can’t say
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| You rushed in with the weather in your hair
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| And my perspective’s changed
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| And the landscape’s like an overcoat
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| And my thoughts are like rain
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| There’s no one queuing up to take your place
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| Now, you’re gone again
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| I left for somewhere south of her pretty hair
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| Out there all alone, it’s a wilderness
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| But I’m coming back for her
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| Careering down the same old road
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| On the wrong side of town
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| Its 12.30 and the bare walls like semaphore
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| Say this apartment’s closed down
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| And the landscape’s like an overcoat
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| And my thoughts are like rain
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| Her two eyes got too close to fit the frame
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| I left for somewhere south of her pretty hair
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| Out there all alone, it’s a wilderness
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| But I’m coming back for her
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| I’d be the first to admit my doubt
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| But you just say somewhere
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| Well, I pulled the words from your mouth
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| But you just say somewhere
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| I pulled a flame out of your mouth
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| But you just say somewhere
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| 'Cause I’d be the first to admit my doubt
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| But you just say somewhere south |