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Won't have you see me as your sad sack |
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Lost my something and |
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I can't get it back |
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Or a kill on your trophy rack |
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I checked my schedule now my train is rolling down a track |
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Past the sadness of the salt flats |
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To the prospect of the land fat |
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Or just a lazy orange house cat |
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On the sofa where |
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I'll be put up |
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You've been the hole in my sky, (you're) my shrinking water supply |
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Before my well runs dry |
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I'm going round round round the bend |
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Fill it up again |
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I'd like to say that it was clear to me |
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Love triangle geometry |
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But in the end it's still a mystery |
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The placement of affection and the dissaray |
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I gathered up the courage that it took |
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Made that bed |
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I took one last look |
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And you could hear the pages flapping in the wind blown |
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Book of my days, my days (refrain) |
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One tank gone second thoughts are on my mind |
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What's this trip gonna cost me this time |
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The devil |
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I know is starting to look awfully kind |
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But the new road is an old friend |
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Fill it up again |
