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He meets her in a tarvern |
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He's taken by her smile |
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She thinks he looks reckless |
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And she's feelin' kind of wild |
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They leave that bar together |
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Make the rounds from place to place |
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They try to keep it light |
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Still they wind up face to face |
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So they up the bottle |
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To let those feelings out |
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It's the only way they know |
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To say the truth or hide the doubt |
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In the night they love and fight |
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And sometimes even touch |
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But in the day they don't remember much |
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They hold on to one another |
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Make a corcle of their friends |
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Time passes quickly |
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When the party never ends |
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They do everything together |
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Till there's nothing left to do |
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But keep the champagne flowing |
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Right on through the honeymoon |
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Well the sun comes thru the window |
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She crawls out of bed |
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Tries to make the coffee |
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While he tries to clear his head |
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They stare across the table |
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Thru the silence and the hurt |
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They've come down to the problem |
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And it's gonna take some work |
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