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Smoke another cigarette |
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Have another drink or two |
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Sit by the telephone 'til morning |
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She never tells me where she's goin' |
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But I think it's mighty plain |
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Maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again |
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She wasn't like this when I met her |
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Whatever made her change? |
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Now she never even says I love you |
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She just comes a-rollin' in |
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Never wanting to explain |
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Maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again |
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Wish that I could meet him |
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Just to tell him who I am |
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I would like to find out what he has that I don't have |
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She never says a thing about him but it's plain as day |
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She's going somewhere every evening |
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Can't take it too much longer, I think I'm goin' insane |
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Maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again |
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Wish that I could meet him |
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Just to tell him who I am |
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I would like to find out what he has that I don't have |
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She never says a thing about him but it's plain as day |
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She's going somewhere every evening |
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Can't take it too much longer, I think I'm goin' insane |
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Maybe tomorrow she'll be back home again |
