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You have worn a path |
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Right up to my heart |
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You come in for a while but you don't stay |
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And I've come to realize |
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That your promises are lies |
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To buy you time when you want to get away |
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You must think my heart has swingin' doors |
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The way that you keep comin' back and forth |
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And I can feel it's getting close to closing time |
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And I won't be leavin' my heart open any more |
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No, no, no |
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Well, I've heard you're back in town |
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I suppose you'll come around |
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When nights are cold and friends are hard to find |
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And you always seem to wait' |
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Til all the pieces are in place |
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Then you walk back in and rearrange my life |
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You must think my heart has swingin' doors |
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The way that you keep comin' back and forth |
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And I can feel it's getting close to closing time |
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And I won't be leavin' my heart open any more |
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So if you're walkin' down my street just keep on walkin' by |
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I'm hangin' out a sign sayin', "This well has run dry" |
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You must think my heart has swingin' doors |
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The way that you keep comin' back and forth |
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And I can feel it's getting close to closing time |
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And I won't be leavin' my heart open any more |
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I won't be leavin' my heart open any more |
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I won't be leavin' my heart open any more |
