| I could never pretend that I don’t love you.
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| You could never pretend that I’m your man.
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| That’s exactly the way that I want it.
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| That’s exactly the way that I am.
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| And you call me in the morning with your troubles
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| Takin' it downtown every night
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| I could never place the stars at night above ya.
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| I got my hands on the ground,
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| and you know I’m right.
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long.
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| It’s a coffee stained earth ever time it happens.
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| Liven up honey it ain’t that bad.
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| Any afterthought rose to recognition
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| Like every other coffin that I had
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| And your buick broke down in Winnemucca,
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| Fall to your knees and you pray to the lord
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| Then you take up hope at the politicians:
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| Nothing happens in this burnt out town anymore.
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long.
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| And your heart rolls on like a frozen freight train
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| You know that I help you if I can
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| But I’m just a raindrop in a river
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| Just a little itty-bitty grain of sand
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| And you know that I’m doomed to repeat this
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| With all the bad habits that I’ve learned
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| But it’s better than your fire-borne fornication
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| And all the dirty money that you earn.
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long,
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| You wait so long. |