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Cowgirl gaze and a sailor's mouth |
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Legs for days and a home down south |
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You had the answers no matter they were wrong |
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You had that come hither, go away, but don't be gone too long |
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Gypsy ways and the sideway smile |
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You bet on forever but got dealt just a while |
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Slept with your boots on, how I miss that sound |
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Not even yours now, how the hell could you be mine? |
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But maybe you can remember |
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Baby, you can dream |
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Lately things have been better |
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It only hurts when I breathe |
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And if I close my eyes I see whatever I want to see |
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Don't know who to talk to |
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Don't know what hand to hold |
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Don't know who to hang up on |
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Or how to keep the fool from fool's good |
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There's a key that we lost, through the door in the floor |
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There's a line that's been crossed, that says no, hell no, no more |
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Cold blue stares and all this back and forth |
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It's raining in the east and it's frozen up north |
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The sun sinks west past the dark side of the moon |
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The streets are all iced over and our love lays in ruin |
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But maybe it hurts to remember |
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Baby, it hurts not to dream |
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It hurts when you turn out the lights at night and see what I want you to see |
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If you close your eyes forever |
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Can't you see what you want to see? |
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Maybe you get the feeling |
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That things aren't quite as they seem |
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It hurts when you close your eyes at night |
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It hurts when you sleep and dream |
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Lately it's always December |
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And things are as bad as they seem |
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It hurts all the time |
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Cause it's only you, only you that I dream |
