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White kitchen walls with a thousand windows |
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you turn on Winston in the den |
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and I'm still asleep but I can hear the piano |
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when you make breakfast after 10 |
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and I smell the coffee on your fingers |
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I still smell the perfume in the bed |
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the crushed linen roses on everything |
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and your still inside my head |
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you gotta make her know how it feels to miss you |
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let her know your swapping sides |
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you're not the one with all the problems no no |
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you're the one with all the pride |
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so just pick your head up boy and walk away |
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walk the coolest walk that you know |
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cause in a month or two she'll call you |
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you gotta hang up the phone |
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I hope she knows I got this memory |
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that won't ever seem to break or bend |
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a thick lock and sheetrock is on my windows in the kitchen |
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I dont think I'll ever take them down again |
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and I've learned a lot from all these break ups and make ups |
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and fuck ups and fake ups |
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things that I wish you could comprehend, yeah comprehend |
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but for now I'll lace these wingtip shoes, boys |
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and I'll go and have breakfast with my good friends |
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you gotta make her know how it feels to miss you |
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let her know your swapping sides |
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you're not the one with all the problems |
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you're not the one with all the problems |
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you're the one with all the pride |
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you gotta make her know how it feels to miss you |
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let her know your swapping spit |
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you're not the one with all the problems |
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you're not the one with all the problems |
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she's the one that's full of shit |
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so just pick your head up boy and walk away |
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walk the coolest walk that you know |
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I know you know that in a month or two she'll call you |
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you gotta hang up the phone |
