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On Monday I'd call |
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If I could even talk |
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I should have known |
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By Tuesday my phone |
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Was ringing off the hook |
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So I'm comin' home |
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And sometimes |
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All you need in life is emergency |
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To take time and figure out what you're doing here |
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And it's a shame |
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To walk away from |
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From everything you know |
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From everything I want |
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And leave you here all alone, alone, alone |
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On Wednesday I'd leave |
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If I could get some sleep |
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I just sit and think |
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By Thursday I'd hope |
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It would feel more like home |
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But Friday falls... |
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And sometimes |
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All you need in life is emergency |
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To take time and figure out what you're doing here. |
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And it's a shame |
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To walk away from |
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From everything I know |
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From everything I want |
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And leave you here all alone, alone, alone |
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All alone |
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All alone |
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All alone |
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All alone |
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On Sundays I sit |
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And remember everything |
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'Cause now they're done |
