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Sometimes when I'm awful low |
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I don't think about the blue sky |
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Just wanna see the magic in her eyes |
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And it shows me the same afterglow |
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Why don't you think of something new |
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And make a day with old (?) |
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Boy, you're beginning to see the dark |
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And it shows you the same afterglow |
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She ain't the kind |
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That you'll easily forget |
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Boy, you're husseling roses |
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Down the avenue of death |
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And you don't want |
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You don't want to lose her yet |
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(Oo-oo-oo-oooh |
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Oo-oo-oo-oooh |
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Oo-oo-oo-oooh) |
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She ain't the kind |
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That you'll easily forget |
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Boy, you're husseling roses |
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Down the avenue of death |
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And you don't want |
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You don't want to lose her yet |
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You're studying the dust |
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You're making (?) |
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You lost you mind from show to show |
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'Cause you couldn't find the same afterglow |
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So love has gone wrong |
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And the good moments were through |
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Don't know where I wanna go, I just wanna go |
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And I'm hoping to find the same afterglow |
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(Oo-oo-oo-oooh |
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Oo-oo-oo-oooh) |
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And I couldn't find the same afterglow |
