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Don't shed a tear |
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I know you don't want to be here anymore |
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Neither do I |
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Neither do I |
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Everything's alright |
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We'll just write another line |
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The Midwest has got its own charms |
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Got its own charms |
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Don't swim in that water tonight |
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The bugs are starting to bite |
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And it's so late |
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It's so late |
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Don't let it fall |
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I can taste the salt on your cheek |
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It's just like the sea, but not as deep |
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You can catch them all |
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One by one they make their way towards the ground |
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But I can't see my way around |
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Don't swim in that water tonight |
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The bugs are starting to bite |
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And it's so late |
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It's so late |
