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On the East Coast she's living |
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Like a Queen by a throne |
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And when I drive there |
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I drive to all the places she goes |
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The boys on the island |
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The men at the docks |
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Say, "give her my pleas |
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If she comes back to me |
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She'll get whatever she wants" |
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She was my dear Mary |
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But I lost her in May |
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She told me it hurt her |
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To know the words she'd have to say |
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Like the world is so funny |
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And our love, it ain't real |
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You have the passion in your head |
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But it's not in this bed |
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It's just a way we can't feel |
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Oh, but I can't stop thinking |
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No nothing ever slows down |
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If I didn't love her |
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Then why is she always around? |
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When I get up in the morning |
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To when the lights go out |
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She's there in my head |
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I'm alone in my bed |
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She's off on the town |
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When I got home this evening |
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There was a note on my door |
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It read "you poor soul |
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You better not think of me anymore |
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I know you've been tracking |
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My each and every move |
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But baby, we're done |
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There's no dance, no song |
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I'm just someone you knew" |
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Oh, please help me dear doctor |
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Tell me what it is I can do |
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I want to live healthy |
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Is there something that I can use? |
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This happened before |
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And she was my nurse |
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She asked me my name |
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She helped with my pain |
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But now it is worse |
