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Because your reasons are as cool as ice |
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And your mind somehow paid the price |
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You'll pay it again--somewhere--on down the line |
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When you're there I'm sure you'll stare |
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And I'll be behind you |
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Because your day is a clock of grey hours |
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And your smile has those tallest powers |
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But sometimes, Jezebelle, it shines like the sun |
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When you're gone and when you're done |
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I will be behind you |
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Because your songs are so sad and tired |
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Because hunger is a darkness inside the phone wire |
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It always has been, it always will be |
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So it seems to me |
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But that's the price you pay when you say |
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I will be behind you |
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Because your Ford broke down on 47 |
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Because eight cylinders is your idea of heaven |
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You'll get it running--someday--and you'll ride right down the line |
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When you do, I hope it's true, |
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And I'll ride beside you |
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When you do, I hope it's true, |
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And I'll ride beside you |
