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When your only friends are hotel rooms |
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Hands are distant lullabies |
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If I could turn around I would tonight |
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These roads never seemed so long |
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Since your paper heart stopped beating |
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Leaving me suddenly alone, will daybreak ever come? |
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Who's gonna call on Sunday morning? |
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Who's gonna drive you home? |
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I just want one more chance |
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To put my arms in fragile hands |
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I thought you said forever, over and over |
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A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion |
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These thoughts run through my head, over and over |
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Complaints of violins become my only friends |
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August evenings |
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Bring solemn warnings to remember |
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To kiss the ones you love goodnight |
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You never know what temporal days may bring |
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Laugh, love, live free, and sing |
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Life is in discord, praise ye the Lord |
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Who's gonna call on Sunday morning? |
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Who's gonna drive you home? |
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I just want one more chance |
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To put my arms in fragile hands |
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I thought you said forever, over and over |
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A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion |
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These thoughts run through my head, over and over |
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Complaints of violins become my only friends, friends |
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I thought you said forever, over and over |
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A sleepless night becomes bitter oblivion |
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These thoughts run through my head, over and over |
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Complaints of violins become my only friends |
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I thought you said forever, over and over |
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These thoughts run through my head |