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The ragged clothes you wore |
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Made you look like a hobo, ten to four |
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The neighbors pound the floor |
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We're cracking up until we couldn't take no more |
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From you, the wine, the heater glow |
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Warming up under icy Midwest skies |
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And I would have left here long ago |
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But knowing you means there's always some surprise |
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We're done with keeping score |
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Flipping through all your records across the floor |
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The snow has blocked the door |
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We played them all and we'll play a couple more |
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From you, the wine, the heater glow |
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Warming up under icy Midwest skies |
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And I would have left here long ago |
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But knowing you means there's always some surprise |
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So I wrote it down, kept the night around |
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Kept it right here with me |
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Wrote it down, kept the night around |
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Kept it right here with me, right here with me |
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The ragged clothes you wore |
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Made you look like a hobo, ten to four |
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The neighbors pound the floor |
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We're cracking up until we couldn't take no more |
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From you, the wine, the heater glow |
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Warming up under icy Midwest skies |
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And I would have left here long ago |
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But knowing you means there's always some surprise |
