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Where in the world did you come from my dear? |
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Did some mysterious voice tell you |
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I'd still be here? |
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I bought this ticket to |
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Mobile, but |
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I been stranded all day...p.a. said the bus broke down ten miles away from the station. |
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So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a lock like the love between you and me. |
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But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since |
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I saw the smile on your face as |
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I was crying in a |
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Greyhound station on |
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Christmas |
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Day...in 1998. |
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The burden of love is the fuel of bad grammar. |
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You stutter and stammer--what a bitch to convey the crux of the matter, when the words you must utter are hopelessly tangled in the memories and scars you show no one. |
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So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a hit like the hurt you put on me. |
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But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since |
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I saw the smile on your face as |
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I was crying in a |
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Greyhound station on |
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Christmas |
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Day...in 1998. |
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I remember quite clearly, a bad |
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Muzak version of |
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James Taylor's big hit, called "Fire and Rain" was playing as you crouched down and tearfully kissed me, and |
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I thought, "Damn, what good fiction I will mold from this terrible pain." |
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So seldom a door...so seldom a key...so seldom a gift like the gift you gave me. |
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But seldom comes happiness without the pain of the devil in the details since |
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I saw the smile on your face as |
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I was crying in a |
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Greyhound station on |
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Christmas |
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Day...in 1998. |
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Amazing grace, how sweet the smile upon the face |
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I never thought |
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I'd see you again...especially here in this |
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Greyhound station...on |
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Christmas |
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Day...in 1998 |
