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Edward c. redding |
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So i walk a little too fast and i drive a little too fast |
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And i'm reckless it's true, but what else can you do at the |
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End of a love affair? |
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So i talk a little too much, and i laugh a little too much |
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And my voice is too loud, when i'm out in a crowd |
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So that people are apt to stare |
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Do they know, do they care, that it's only that i'm lonely |
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And low as can be? |
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And the smile on my face isn't really a smile at atll! |
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So i smoke a little too much, and i drink a little too much |
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And the tunes i request are not always the best |
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But the ones where the trumpets blare! |
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So i go at a maddening pace, and i pretend that it's taking |
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Your place |
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But what else can you do, at the end of a love affair |
