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Coffee's ready, waiting in the kitchen |
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Marie takes in the morning air |
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Feels the biting wind, comes back in to her chair |
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Father does something |
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Says, "Marie, I'm so proud of you |
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How can I make you feel more free |
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More alive, more new?, like you want to |
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I'll give you all my money |
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The keys to the car |
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Daddy's little girl gonna go real far |
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I see a big wide world |
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You could have all your own |
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Only trouble is with leaving home |
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You gotta find someone to keep you warm |
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Down three blocks in a court house |
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A man looks down at his boots |
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Tugs on the lace knot, judge tugs on the noose |
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Gives his verdict, throws all the books away |
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Wants everything settled and he wants it today |
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Shouts, "I got you pinned between the truth |
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And whatever I say |
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And the truth, it ain't much use for you" |
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I don't need the truth for when I close my eyes |
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I'll be so faraway, on the rise |
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I see another big wide world |
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You don't even know |
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And I won't mind the cold on my nose |
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If I have someone to keep me warm |
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Somewhere in the middle of life |
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Marie does whatever she cares |
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There's a tall man she understands |
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Pushing back her hair |
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He looks down at her boots |
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Dirty with a travel grey |
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Says, "Babe, we're on the run |
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And we gotta keep it that way |
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You see back home we were two children at play |
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And they never knew |
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We were together, me and you |
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We'll have our fun, new people to meet |
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In coffee bars and rooms that keep things discreat |
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It's our big wide world |
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And every morning we've earned |
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Here you can start again, be reborn |
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But you gotta have someone to keep you warm |
