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It's late in the evening |
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And you're breathing with someone else |
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You come home to call me |
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And I ask what you've been doing with yourself |
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And you say nothing at all |
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You say nothing at all |
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Your flight is longer than usual |
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And your conscience ain't no company |
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I'm there smiling and warm I missed you so |
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And can't wait to show you how I feel |
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But you feel nothing at all |
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There we were |
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Never strangers before |
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There was a light that shined on us |
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But now there's nothing at all |
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You should've taken a look around |
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Before you laid that woman down |
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You better get a hold of yourself |
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Cause there's a woman here |
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Who's willing to try |
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Weeks go by |
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And your mind seems preoccupied |
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I feel a piece missing here |
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But when I ask you about what's going on |
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You say it's all me my dear |
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So I thought nothing at all |
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I thought nothing at all |
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You should've taken a look around |
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Before you laid that woman down |
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You better get a hold of yourself |
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Cause there's a man in you about to die |
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With nothing |
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With nothing |
