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Looking out the door, |
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I seeThe rain fall upon the funeral mourners |
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Parading in a wake of sad relations |
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As their shoes fill up with water |
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Maybe I'm too young |
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To keep good love from goin' wrong |
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But tonight you're on my mind |
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So you'll never know |
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I'm broken down and hungry for your love |
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With no ways to feed it |
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Where are you tonight? |
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You know how much |
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I need itToo young to hold on |
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And too old to break free and run |
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Sometimes a man, he gets carried away |
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When he feels like he should be havin' his fun |
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And he's much too blind to see |
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The damage he's done' |
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Cause sometimes a man must awake |
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To find that really he has no one |
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So I'll wait for you and |
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I'll burnOh, will |
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I ever see your sweet return? |
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Oh, will I ever learn? |
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Oh, lover, you should've come over' |
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Cause it's not too late |
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Lonely is the room, the bed is made |
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The open window lets the rain in |
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Burning in the corner is the only one |
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Who dreams he had you with him |
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My body turns and yearns |
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For a sleep that won't ever come |
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Sometimes a man, he gets carried away |
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When he feels like he should be havin' his fun |
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And he's much too blind to see |
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The damage he's done' |
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Cause sometimes a man must awake |
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To find that really he has no one |
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So I'll wait for you and |
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I'll burnOh, will |
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I ever see your sweet return? |
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Oh, will I ever learn? |
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Oh, lover, you should've come over' |
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Cause it's not too late' |
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Cause it's not too late |
