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Sunday night you climb in through the window of my room |
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I left it open just for you |
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Something wrong |
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I hear it now |
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I see it in your eyes |
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I can feel it deep inside |
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Mary Lou keeps telling me that everything alright |
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Maybe she doesn't realize |
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She wants to leave |
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And climbs outside into the cool night air |
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It seems she doesn't even care |
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And every time I close my window |
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I remember this, that final kiss |
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Her shadow on the wall |
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I hate those city lights that stare into my room |
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They know my pain, led her astray |
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And still I hear their call |
