| The gutter may profess its love
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| Then follow it with hesitation
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| But there are just so many of
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| You out there for rent
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| A stronger girl would shake this off in flight
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| And never give it more than a frowning hour
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| But you have let your heart decide
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| Loss has conquered you
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| You’ve won one too many fights
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| Wearing many hats every time
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| But you won’t win here tonight
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| You’ve made it through the direst of straits alright
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| Can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting?
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| You haven’t changed an ounce in my eyes
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| And I cannot lecture you
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| And does anything I say seem relevant at all?
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| You’ve been at the helm since you were just five
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| While I cannot claim to be more than a passenger
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| But, you’ve won one too many fights
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| Wearing all of your clothes at the same time
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| Let the good times end tonight
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| Oh girl, sail her, don’t sink her
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| This time
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| Just a moment or two from now
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| Not a mind will retain even a trace
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| Of the thoughts that I struggled to tell
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| And how our stack of cards just fell
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| So settle this once and for all
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| The light no longer shows the cracks around my door
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| And I have no lantern to light your way home tonight
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| You are not some saint who’s above
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| Giving someone a stroll through the flowers
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| You’ve got so much more to dream of
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| Oh girl, sail her, don’t sink her
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| This time
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| This time
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| This time |