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No pussyfootin' or that look of surprise |
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Can't hide the holes in your eyes or cover up that bitter smile |
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All the birds can see that you're heading south |
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That mirror deep in your mouth reflects you running on for miles |
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When you cut the lights out think of me |
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When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see |
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But are they real? |
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That face will be revealed |
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Nobody's callin' that payphone in your mind |
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I wonder just what they find but that line's busy all the time |
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I ain't got nothing but your seed on my face |
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You'll put them babies to waste without your finger in the pie |
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When you cut the lights out think of me |
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When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see |
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But are they real? |
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That face will be revealed |
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My mama told me one thing I'll remember till I die |
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The one you want the most will be the one that you defy |
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The times they're gonna love you |
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Like stitches in the scar |
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You can never run from trouble |
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'Cause there ain't no place that far |
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When you cut the lights out think of me |
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When you cut the lights out think of all the things you can't see |
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But are they real? |
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That face will be revealed |
