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Who knew |
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At this party that i |
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Would walk in and i'd see you. |
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I guess now |
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We could just get drunk |
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Yeah, that could be our excuse |
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You could slip |
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From out of nowhere |
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I could be there to catch your fall |
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We could laugh |
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At ourselves |
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And the writing that's on the wall |
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It's a narrow margin |
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Just room enough for regret |
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In the inch and a half between |
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Hey, how ya been? |
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And |
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Can i kiss you yet? |
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So we talk, like |
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Nervous neighbors over a tall fence |
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True love, but for the lack of providence |
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But i just got one more |
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Thing to tell you |
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'cuz words are vitamins |
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And life is short |
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And i know when we get up |
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To the front office |
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We're gonna have to fill out |
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A full report |
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And the first question will be |
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What were you thinking? |
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And the next question will be |
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What did you say? |
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Then they're gonna check to see |
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If the answers to one and two |
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Matched up much |
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Along the way |
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In the interest of poetry |
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And the cowboy movie |
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That's you and me |
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I'm back on the horse now |
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And i am riding |
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I am striding so effortlessly |
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What i mean is |
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It's late |
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Much to late for us |
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And i'm fixing to go home |
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With just my conscious |
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And a bitter sense of irony |
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As my chaperone |
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True love, but for the lack of providence. |
