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Charleston begs for broken glass |
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And the morning clouds are blue |
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This little house is hardly us |
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But I keep that bed from you |
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Time will take our breath away |
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The shade from under the tree |
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But the quiet moon's come back to bed |
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And you just woke up |
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From a dirty dream |
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The harbor boats go back and forth |
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And the eyes come on at night |
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Someone stole your baby clothes |
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But I tried to treat you right |
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Time will grind our bodies down |
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And the mountains into the sea |
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Will the kisses flee? |
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And you just woke up |
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From a dirty dream |
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About you and me |
