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Every night I read this novel about you |
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Holding roses in the pouring rain |
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But the ending's tore up, trying to hail a cab |
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Think no one can read you, but I can |
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Well we move into a house down on Cherry Lane |
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And watch the world go by |
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Am I'm missing a page |
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I wanna be the one who walks you home |
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Who walks you home tonight |
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Staring into her eyes and then try and explain it |
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But it's written in a language that was meant to fuck you up |
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And I can never get close enough |
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But I lie |
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But I lie down on her pillow |
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And you feel like you was going away |
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Going away when you got no place to go |
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But back in her arms lying on her pillow |
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Curled up with a book down on Cherry Lane |
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The glass it hits the floor and you're walking away |
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But I wanna be the one who walks you home |
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Who walks you home anyway |
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Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it |
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Try to explain it away |
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I wanna be the one who walks you home |
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Who walks you home tonight |
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Stare into her eyes and then try to explain it |
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Try to explain it away |
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But that shit just fucks you up |
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And I can never get close enough |
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I can never get close |
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I can never get close enough |
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I can never get close enough to you |
