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Dead leaves and the dirty ground |
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When I know you're not around |
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Shiny tops and soda pops |
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When I hear your lips make a sound |
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When I hear your lips make a sound |
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Thirty notes in the mailbox |
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Will tell you that I'm comin' home |
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And I think I'm gonna stick around |
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For a while so you're not alone |
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For a while so you're not alone |
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If you can hear a piano fall |
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You can hear me comin' down the hall |
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If I could just hear your pretty voice |
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I don't think I need to see at all |
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Don't think I need to see at all |
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Soft hair and a velvet tongue |
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I wanna give you what you give to me |
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And every breath that is in your lungs |
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Is a tiny little gift to me |
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Is a tiny little gift to me |
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I didn't feel so bad 'til the sun went down |
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Then I come home |
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No one to wrap my arms around |
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Wrap my arms around |
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Well any man with a microphone |
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Can tell you what he loves the most |
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And you know why you love at all |
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If you're thinkin' of the holy ghost |
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If you're thinkin' of the holy ghost |
