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[ti:Magazine] |
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[ar:Joshua James] |
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[al:] |
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Our separation seems forever |
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I'll do it if it's what you like |
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Go take your bags to New York City |
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Call me when your plane arrives |
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I'll feed the children, wash the dishes |
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I'll keep the house lookin' nice |
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Well, don't you worry now |
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Everything's gonna be alright |
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It's been snowin' this October |
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Turnin' grass into grain |
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Do you see much past your hotel window |
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Friday nights with your gang? |
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I can only hope that things were different |
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And darlin' do you feel the same |
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Every time you're drinkin' wine in the rain? |
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Oh, oh, |
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All you said you've seen is my face in a magazine |
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My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed |
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And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way |
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So take your pretty poison right into the grave |
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We'll never change |
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I sold our house, the 3rd December |
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We're livin' where our feet done land |
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And the babies screams, they might get to heaven |
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But they're buried far 'neath the sand |
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All I know's my mind's done thinkin' |
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my mouth's doin' what it can |
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To keep the rhythm and put a nickel back in your hand |
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Oh, oh, |
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All you said you've seen is my face in a magazine |
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My hair slicked back and clean or so it seemed |
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And now anyone can say that a man shouldn't live this way |
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So take your pretty poison right into the grave |
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Dancin' naked out in the rain |
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Put your own pain ever paid, they'll never change |
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Oh, they'll never change |
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We all never change |
