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You no longer notice if I'm wearin' perfume |
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I seldom hear a lovin' word from you |
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Your attention's wrapped up in the mornin' paper |
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And I feel a restless yearnin' for somethin' new. |
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We used to whisper love across the nighttime |
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Now we never whisper nor recall |
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Our love is left upon the shelf of winter |
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Where the sunlight never touches it at all. |
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It's a habit for us to be together |
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We sit and watch the deadly shadows grow |
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Every day last year I left for California |
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This is my year for Mexico. |
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Your back is turned to me while you are reading |
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I close my eyes while I pretend to doze |
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From the road I hear the sound of passing traffic |
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Some of them are bound for Mexico. |
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It's a habit for us to be together |
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We sit and watch the deadly shadows grow |
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Every day last year I left for California |
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This is my year for Mexico. |
