| I look at you and see
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| My life that might have been:
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| Your face just ghostly in the smoke.
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| Theyre setting fire to the cornfields
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| As youre taking me home.
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| The smell of burning fields
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| Will now mean you and here.
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| This is where I want to be.
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| This is what I need.
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| This is where I want to be.
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| This is what I need.
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| This is where I want to be,
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| But I know that this will never be mine.
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| Ooh, the thrill and the hurting.
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| The thrill and the hurting.
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| I know that this will never be mine.
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| I want you as the dream,
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| Not the reality.
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| That clumsy goodbye-kiss could fool me,
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| But Im looking back over my shoulder
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| At you, happy without me.
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| This is where I want to be.
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| This is what I need.
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| This is where I want to be.
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| This is what I need.
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| This is where I want to be,
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| But I know that this will never be mine.
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| Ooh, the thrill and the hurting
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| Will never be mine.
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| The thrill and the hurting,
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| It will never be mine.
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| It can never be.
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| The thrill and the hurting
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| Will never be mine. |