| Tonight I’m hoping to be awake
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| I followed your car down to the lake
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| We got a table at the old boulevard club
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| The waitress offered a smile to your joke in politeness
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| You did not know
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| You held her talking while I waited watching
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| You laid your credit card on the table
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| And told me about your bills
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| And the sale of hydro
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| The incompetence of your bosses and your lawyers
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| And the warming ocean
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| I woke up in your life
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| I was passing behind your eyes
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| Before I knew what was yours and what was mine
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| I listened; |
| I took it all in stride
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| Your ideas and distorted pride
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| While learning by heart all your thoughts and your visions
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| The most dangerous thing about you is your pain
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| I know for me it is the same
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| It was restless — you felt it
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| But never could call it by name
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| It was yours for life to have and to hold
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| A companion that you had never known
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| A shadow you saw but never knew that you cast
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| And all of the sadness you can’t explain
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| Poured from you like a summer rain
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| Hand in hand with your child in the morning |