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I should go out and honk the horn |
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it's Independence Day |
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instead I just pour |
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myself a drink |
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it's got to be love |
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I've never felt this way |
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oh baby |
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this one's from the heart |
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The shadows on the wall |
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look like a railroad track |
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I wonder if he's ever coming back |
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The moon is a yellow stain |
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across the sky |
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oh baby |
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this one's from the heart |
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Maybe I'll go down to the corner |
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and get a racing form |
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but I should probably wait here |
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by the phone |
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and the brakes need adjustment |
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on the convertible |
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oh baby |
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this one's from the heart |
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The worm is climbing |
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the avocado tree |
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rubbing its back against the wall |
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I pour myself a double sympathy |
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oh baby |
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this one's from the heart |
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Blondes brunettes and redheads |
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put the hammer down |
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To pound a cold chisel |
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through my heart. |
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but they were nothing but apostrophes |
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oh baby |
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this one's from the heart |
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I can't tell |
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is that a siren or a saxophone |
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but the roads get so slippery when it rains |
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I love you more than all these words can ever say |
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oh baby |
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this one's from the heart |
