| Hey Lucinda, come out drinking with me tonight
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| The summer is almost gone
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| Hey Lucinda, time is running out
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| Hey Lucinda, our time is running out
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| I`m getting tired of those guys, tonight I’m gonna stay home (home)
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| I’m tired of hanging out, maybe I’ll just stay home tonight
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| When will you let (?) Lucinda
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| That feeling… is a creepy (creeping ???) one
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| So Hey Lucinda,… (you ??) come out drinking with me tonight
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| The summer is almost gone…
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| And soon…
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| The path that leads to your house will be a treacherous, with the frost …
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| And (down?) we get lost in this cold, alone at night
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| I could drink all that this body could hold but (fought?) the fear I might fall
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| over
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| And break these brittle bones
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| And these dirty little cigaretters we smoke
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| And the liquor it just throws a cloak over the feelings we should show
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| Hey Lucinda
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| I may be waiting for you
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| The time is running out
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| Hey Lucinda
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| I may be waiting for you
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| Our time … is running out
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| Hey Lucinda, you come out drinkin` with me tonight
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| Ye, we could fetch ?? |
| and dance
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| I only dance to remember how dancing used to feel
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| And I wake up every morning to find you waiting for me Time is wasting Lucinda
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| These college guys, they’ll be ???
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| Sitting in our favorite spot
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| But they drink to the future, not to forget the past
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| Hey Lucinda, (I may be waiting for you)
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| The time is running out… (I may be waiting for you)
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| But hey Lucinda
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| Our time…
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| Is running out |