| The last time that I saw you
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| You had me housed up on your red, red road
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| Stranded in the housing of our move in house in
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| We were going to hit every port and every cape town
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| We were going to give a full report, of sorts
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| To your mother up in Cabo and in Newcourt
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| Damn, can’t believe your father left his land
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| The creed, to cry
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| Rely, rely, rely, rely, behave, behave, behave, behave
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| Spent all of that time not wanting to
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| We climbed up on your carpet
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| There’s a carpet in our minds, wherein
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| Shameless in humming
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| Like a violin strumming
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| We were going to hit every mark in stark
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| But the sutra didn’t suit you that long day in the park
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| I’m talking about it
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| We’re talking real love
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| I want to read up on that love
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| Damn, can’t believe you left me on the land, to be seen, to be scribed
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| Tell you now that you:
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| Rely, rely, rely, rely, behave, behave, behave, behave
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| Spend all of that time not wanting to
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| Rely, rely, rely, rely, behave, behave, behave, behave
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| Decide, decide, decide, decide, repave, repave, repave, repave
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| Inside, inside, inside, inside, the lade, the lade, the lade, the lade
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| Lover won’t you talk to me about the long red war
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| Linda You brought it to me
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| I’m sorry
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| When you take it away do it slowly and easily
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| Make it as if I were dying in my sleep instead of in my life
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| Amen
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| See I’m getting this way, sentimental
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| Shit, I’m sorry
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| That’s the one I split with after five years
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| Its not a very good reading |