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My last kiss* |
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Held my hand |
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Just smoked a little touching me |
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And now you're walkin' out the door |
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No broken china |
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On the floor by the couch |
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No hollow tic to tac |
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To put you on the out |
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You're simply leaving me |
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Not dressed to be alone |
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We brought forth see this coming on |
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Pull out your magic ride |
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For the next man |
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Put on a pretty face |
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You'll always win |
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I see you |
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Up on broadway |
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On and on with some bright young man |
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You keep walking |
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In a different direction |
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And I would wish you well if I had the chance |
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Pull out your magic ride |
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For the next man |
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Put on a pretty face |
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You'll always win |
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Now do we find |
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Back on the starting line |
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For once in my life |
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I feel that I would be rested |
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I dial you in on the telephone |
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Just to hear that ring beat |
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Put on my coat |
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And walk out that door |
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Went down a different street |
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So pull out your magic ride |
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For the next man |
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Put on a pretty face |
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You'll always win |
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Pull out your magic ride |
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For the next man |
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Put on a pretty face |
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You'll always win |
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Now do we find |
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Back on the starting line |
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For once in my life |
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I feel that I would be rested |
