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Driving the same road not much to see |
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Going toward weather more suited to me |
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Ending this whole thing by waving my hand |
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I hope that you don't forget what we planned |
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For years down the road |
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When we both grow old |
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But we don't have time for that now |
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So you stay here and I'll go on |
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But I'm leaving this pedestal empty to put you upon |
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Dates and persimmons are filling the room |
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Not leaving space for my sorrow and gloom |
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I'm glad you're not here so don't try to be |
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I like you just how you are around me |
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Even though I don't have much time |
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We don't have to finish this now |
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So you stay here and I'll go on |
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But I'll think about us playing house everyday |
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That I'm gone |
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You say what she said it sounds just as wrong |
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Maybe it's best that I didn't stay long |