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We're talking trash again like long sedated lovers |
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Baby what's become of us |
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A latent memory of southern spring and summer |
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Maybe winter in new york |
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It's started raining now on all my best intentions |
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I'm putting on my heavy coat |
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I'll take an airplane and leave the worst unmentioned |
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Blame it on a lack of time |
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When i was given to easy answers |
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I swept you off your feet |
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But now the dancing days are gone |
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You sleep alone, leave the radio on |
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I'm high above it now, the clouds a pillow for me |
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I consider even more |
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You have the softest eyes, the ways to wash and comfort |
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All the kids on jersey shore |
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And i believe in easy answers |
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Coming home for christmas |
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Minding manners all along |
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I sleep alone, leave the radio on |
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Yes i believe in easy answers |
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Something permanent |
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But only chances make a song |
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We sleep alone with the radio on |
