| And now everybody’s tongue-tied
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| And we may never be…
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| I love my music and I’m tired of my fake friends
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| I’ve watched the sun come up in Memphis and I can’t pretend
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| I tripped and fell and fell in love with the perfect sound
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| It took the stabs of near regret to turn me back around
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| White flags go up
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| Decidedly but…
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| This time, This time
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| You wrote the letters that I found
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| White flags go up
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| And now everybody’s tongue-tied and we may never be, never be here, here
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| And now everybody’s tongue-tied and we may never be, never be here, here again
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| We wrote our names but for the ink and found the chapel wall
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| Sometimes I miss you and I hate you when you finally call
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| I’ve built this heart of precious metal and it’s not for sale
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| My friends back home don’t know me, they still call me Abigail
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| White flags go up
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| Decidedly but…
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| This time, This time
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| You wrote the letters that I found
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| White flags go up
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| And now everybody’s tongue-tied and we may never be, never be here, here
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| And now everybody’s tongue-tied and we may never be, never be here, here
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| And now everybody’s tongue-tied and we may never be, never be here, here again
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| Queenie, Queenie, Queenie, Queenie Co
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| Queenie, Queenie, Queenie, Queenie Co
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| I love my music and I’m tired of my fake friends
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| I’ve watched the sun come up in Memphis and I can’t pretend
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| I tripped and fell and fell in love with the perfect sound
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| It took the stabs of near regret to turn me back around
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| Oh, oh, Queenie, Queenie Co |