| A tug of lonely in your heart
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| That little beast that keeps it ripped apart
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| Will there be people in the bar?
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| I wonder
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| The end of night, I hum alone
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| The drivers turning up the dancey song, ah
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| How many heartaches in this car?
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| I wonder
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| All I can do is say, things will be fine
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| Somedays we will be
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| And all I can do is say, things will be fine
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| Somedays we will be
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| In the same town
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| The little cheetah on the plains
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| She climbs the shaky tree to spot her friends
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| But will they see me way up here?
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| I wonder
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| All I can do is say, things will be fine
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| Somedays we will be
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| All I can do is say, things will be fine
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| Somedays we will be
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| In the same town
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| I walked out to Atlantic, Long Island diners, oh
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| And I won’t bring the shadow of what I’ve been before
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| I will just dinner such more
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| If it’s true we’re all just one
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| Who do we turn to when the day is done?
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| Will there be people in the bar?
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| Or should I sleep? |
| Oh
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| (Should I sleep? Oh) |