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(jesse valenzuela, jim swafford) |
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You can see it in her letters |
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On the paper with her pen |
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Her response is getting stronger |
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I think she's coming round again |
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Tell me mrs. rita |
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What's it say in my tarot |
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Read my palm and tell me |
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Why do lovers come and go |
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Is she coming round for me once again |
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Around or was that just the end |
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I just hope she's coming round again |
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I've been keeping myself busy |
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With my books and with my tapes |
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Every day's much better |
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Since i've slowed my drinking pace |
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There's no swimming in the bottle |
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It's just someplace we all drown |
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I lost myself in sorrow |
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Lost my confidence in doubt |
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Is she coming 'round for me once again |
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Around or was that just the end |
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I just hope she's coming round again |
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Get in the car and drive through town |
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Down the block and back around |
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Pretending that she's there with me we drive |
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Gone forever... |
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My patience keeps me plaintive |
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My high hopes keep me alone |
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My lover's will is shaken |
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I wish she would just come home |
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So tell me mrs. rita |
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What's it say in my tarot |
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Read my palm and tell me |
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Why do lovers come and go |
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Is she coming round for me once again |
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Around or was that just the end |
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I just hope she's coming round again |