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Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind, |
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And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "the end |
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Is coming soon," but not soon enough. |
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Restring all your guitars. pack up all your stuff. |
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'cause if robert's dad is right, |
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We might not make it through the night, |
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And i'd hate to go alone. |
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Please pick up the phone. |
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Well a box of red, and a pill or three, |
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And i'm calling time and temperature just for some company. |
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I wish you were here. i wish i was too. |
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I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, i always do. |
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You don't want me anymore, |
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Since fame and fortune broke down our door. |
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You don't give me no respect. |
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What did i expect? |
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If that phone don't ring one more time, |
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I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind. |
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You made a big impression for a girl of your size, |
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Now i can't get by without you and your big brown eyes. |
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Her hands are cold, her breath is warm, |
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She's a port in a storm. |
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I'm worried now, but it won't be long. |
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It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song. |
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I've got issues, yeah. |
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Like i miss you, yeah. |
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And i wish i weren't so thick. |
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I'm making myself sick. |
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If that phone don't ring one more time, |
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I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind. |
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You made a big impression for a girl of your size, |
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Now i can't get by without you and your big brown eyes. |
