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Maybe it was the way he walked |
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Or the way he combed his hair |
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Could have been the fancy words |
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Or the sweet wine in the air |
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Wasn't the muddy shoes she'd hear |
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Slow coming up the hall |
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Or the faces in the pictures |
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That were hanging on the wall |
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[Chorus:] |
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Knock down the door to Reva's house |
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There's something going on |
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The dogs were barking late last night |
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There's something going wrong |
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Maybe she hoped he would just go away |
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And wake up alone in bed |
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Maybe there was no reason |
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For the things that he had said |
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[Chorus] |
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Didn't find the matches |
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Couldn't light them in the dark |
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Could only hear the sound |
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Of the breaking of her heart |
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"Don't know where to run to |
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I don't know where to hide |
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Can't hold my head up anymore |
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Don't listen when I cry" |
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[Chorus] |
