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Dearly beloved, I'm writing you |
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'Cause I feel so far away |
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Last time I checked you were lying in your bed |
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When I left, you had nothing to say |
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Sometimes the bottle's half empty |
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Sometimes I drink till it's dry |
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Sometimes there's blues on the soles of my shoes |
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And sometimes I think, I can fly |
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I thought I could hide in the I-95 |
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In the chatter of drunks in this bar |
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Where the work comes in shifts and the customers drift |
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And our fortune's not caught in the stars |
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The sun's down low on the city |
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It goes where you're living, to make you behave |
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Up here on the roof it feels like we're through |
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On the street, I call out your name |
