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Isn't this how it goes? |
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Another change of clothes |
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Another pack of cigarettes |
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Twenty grade A filtered regrets |
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Gaze out my window |
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And what do you see |
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Lovers in the sun, friends |
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And me blaming everyone's history |
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I pour myself into you |
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You really drink me dry |
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At times like this I might as well be |
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Kissing the sky |
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CHORUS |
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Liking you the way I do |
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So much in like with you |
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Isn't this who we are? |
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Another sleazy bar |
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Another tinkling in the glass |
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Drought of days that so slowly pass |
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I pour myself into you |
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The apple of my eye |
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At times like this I might as well be |
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Kissing the sky |
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CHORUS |
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Isn't this how it goes? |
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Another change of clothes |
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Another pack of cigarettes |
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Twnety Grade A filtered regrets |
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Gaze out me window |
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And what do I see |
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Lovers in the sun, friends |
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And me aching for your cool company |
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I pour myself into you |
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You really drink me dry |
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At times like this I might as well be |
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Kissing the sky |
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CHORUS |
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